As well as reviews, I will do my best to post the various writing exercises that I have been assigned. Read the original (superior) poem here
In your eyes, I find a silent country, that
Surpasses all the places I’ll never reach:
You surround me in motions made of glass,
Or else I am frozen, too close not to fear a breaking.
You unravel me at first glance
Fingers unwrapping despite their tightness
Under your direction (full of gentle purpose)
I become your flowers for the end of winter
But if you wish I am shut tight, and
My life becomes beautifully, suddenly closed, like
The flowers that wilt and close petals in the face of snow
Realizing the coming of spring had only been imagined.
The sum of all the things we think we see
Is still less than your intense fragility and
You draw me closer in eternity and breathe with
the coloured texture of your untraveled places
(What is it about you that withdraws and unfurls?
some part of me knows the world on your tongue are
more abundant than all pale roses) Set against your
fingers, even raindrops are the size of planets