Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Vines

I rest my eyes away from you,
and I feel the grip of our 
entwining vines. 

I feel how tightly they hold us—
I smell the fragrance of the
monomaniac squeeze—
and I feel the grip of my vines
loosen. 

I feel a wisp of cold wind—
the only real sign that you
have long passed me by 
no longer growing 
confusedly as one.

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David William Breidenthal July 7, 2023 at 8:25 PM Beautifully written

James Peranteau April 23, 2023 at 7:34 PM I wuz married....i wuz engaged....i wuz enveloped...and then, i became the man ;) i pray that you are experiencing the great Spring dear poet....much love, james

Duke Beaufort January 22, 2023 at 4:29 PM This conjures up a lot of images in my mind. You are so thoughtful about relationships and have a delicate way of expressing that wisdom. What a real treat!!

Justin Bordner December 23, 2022 at 12:01 PM A climax of love lunacy, releasing old skin for the birth of a fresh seed. Your use of the vine is flawless Laura. A powerful legacy of love expressed here. Despite being mournful, it feels not final to me. I'm intrigued how the final 2 lines could be either conjoined in meaning or as consequences of love's lonely wind Poetess...J.A.B.

Stephan McBride December 19, 2022 at 5:48 PM Indeed it's easy for the world to pull us away from the vine, for all goes against it until it is revealed to them , I read about this recently where it's much easier for a branch that has known the vine that has been pulled away to be grafted in much easier than one who has never known of the vine,