Soft light is
widening your
eyes; don’t go until
I tell you one more
time how much those
eyes, their quickening
light, inspire me: so
wide, so luminously
regarding me – as if
I am suddenly golden in
your brightened sight, as
the last flare of sunset maybe, or
like new Spring flowers (let’s
say daffodils, or perhaps
buttercups) which I know you
would look for in your Northern
Hemisphere now … so tell me, do
you miss it badly, or could you
refrain from return, could
staying here with me become
a lasting light, a new vision, say,
oh say!
Written for Weekly Scribblings #17 at Poets and Storytellers United, where Sanaa invites us to use enjambment, i.e. 'a thought or sense, phrase or clause, in a line of poetry that does not come to an end at the line break, but moves over to the next line'.
Dear readers, this poem is not autobiographical! I was playing around to see if I could enjamb every line in a way that was not just chopped-up prose but poetically necessary, or at least effective ... and somehow it led to my doing a one-sentence poem, a form which I'm particularly fond of. I had fun. I hope you think it worked.