From You, To You...

[Little Gal]

To take your voice in my hands
I pour myself down on the bent leaves of autumn’s noon
and walk back feeling empty pockets.
I keep sitting and sitting alone
Listening to you and thinking how low the sky has come down.
I do not consist of anything and not of you
I like how you make it happen in me.
I know you are thinking between windows and at the ends
Of roads that take you where you are standing now.
I know you go there every day.
I go after you and stand beside where you stood.
I do not know why my hands feel warm like
fresh little mornings over fields.
I know we know of us and you and me.
I know how the day waits on the top of the hill before falling.
When I wake up tomorrow morning, I know this letter will be open and beside me
I will write another
and you will laugh thinking about it.

[BienvenuJDC]

I enjoyed this poem very much. There's much to see in the words that you chose and how you put them together.

[Little Gal]

I thank you... :)

[Buh4Bee]

I have read this one and reread it several times. I'm not much for critique, but I really enjoyed it. Your intimate voice allows anyone to feel as if you are speaking directly to them. It is so intimate, yet leaves the door open for everyone to peek in and enjoy the message.

[Little Gal]

I have read this one and reread it several times. I'm not much for critique, but I really enjoyed it. Your intimate voice allows anyone to feel as if you are speaking directly to them. It is so intimate, yet leaves the door open for everyone to peek in and enjoy the message.

It makes me glad that you enjoyed it...
I really like the way you expressed it...
Thank you :)

[Devilio]

Magical how you take a voice in your hands, ended perfectly with the laugh :D

[Little Gal]

Magical how you take a voice in your hands, ended perfectly with the laugh :D

well... that was a very beautiful way to say it, thanks :)