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In The Arms of My Beloved
(I once saw her smile,
her beauty compared to Aphrodite…
And I met her Greek eyes,
She gave me all respite!)
An Aphrodite in her butterfly wings,
Or the queen graced by the charming prince!
She walks in beauty,
She knows her duty,
I danced in her arms,
Her feet tapped drums,
And we doubled in the shiny mosaic palace!
Our images reflected back to us while I bend,
And held her up in our Dorothy styles rend.
Her milky white gown,
Her laces falling down,
We were looking a-part,
Like ground and sky part,
And meet again with the pouring liquid rain.
I will touch her wherever she will fall for me,
While she will steal my qualms and make me free.
Her sugar coated dress,
Build army to my empress,
And she slipped from my hand,
Like the silk smooth sand,
That flees in the direction of the carrying wind.
(I opened my eyes to see my Christmas is gone,
I ate melomakarona this time instead of prawn.)
“True Love Never Meets- John Donne”
Like my previous two seasons I intended to write something related to Christmas. I faced writer’s block for sometime and then eventually started writing this one. This Christmas my pen travels to Greece, an eternal land of love and prosperity and the resultant poem is a fiction that renders love in a quite sincere way. The year that went away was harder for me as I lost my father and I want to embrace the coming year with a fresh gesture. So I imagined this ballroom script which is a fiction but written with a soft romantic heart that goes wild when lost in the arms of the beloved. So this one is about the passionate feeling heard from the mouth of a lover who sings in rhythm for his beloved in the Christmas Eve, and they danced like professionals in love forgetting each other or you might say believing each other and only concentrating about their dance steps. They looked away from each other, still they noticed each other in a tone of gesture and what they performed was ecstatic. The lover was singing the hymn of love and matching and blending with each of their dance step. But then I apologize anything non-technical about the dance steps as I have little background to the art form and have tried to capture the beautiful art form in my fantasy only. So my true readers can highlight me with their honest critics who may help me to edit the work further and yield a good result. All in all I am ready hereby to offer you this experimental piece of mine.
her beauty compared to Aphrodite…
And I met her Greek eyes,
She gave me all respite!)
An Aphrodite in her butterfly wings,
Or the queen graced by the charming prince!
She walks in beauty,
She knows her duty,
I danced in her arms,
Her feet tapped drums,
And we doubled in the shiny mosaic palace!
Our images reflected back to us while I bend,
And held her up in our Dorothy styles rend.
Her milky white gown,
Her laces falling down,
We were looking a-part,
Like ground and sky part,
And meet again with the pouring liquid rain.
I will touch her wherever she will fall for me,
While she will steal my qualms and make me free.
Her sugar coated dress,
Build army to my empress,
And she slipped from my hand,
Like the silk smooth sand,
That flees in the direction of the carrying wind.
(I opened my eyes to see my Christmas is gone,
I ate melomakarona this time instead of prawn.)
“True Love Never Meets- John Donne”
Like my previous two seasons I intended to write something related to Christmas. I faced writer’s block for sometime and then eventually started writing this one. This Christmas my pen travels to Greece, an eternal land of love and prosperity and the resultant poem is a fiction that renders love in a quite sincere way. The year that went away was harder for me as I lost my father and I want to embrace the coming year with a fresh gesture. So I imagined this ballroom script which is a fiction but written with a soft romantic heart that goes wild when lost in the arms of the beloved. So this one is about the passionate feeling heard from the mouth of a lover who sings in rhythm for his beloved in the Christmas Eve, and they danced like professionals in love forgetting each other or you might say believing each other and only concentrating about their dance steps. They looked away from each other, still they noticed each other in a tone of gesture and what they performed was ecstatic. The lover was singing the hymn of love and matching and blending with each of their dance step. But then I apologize anything non-technical about the dance steps as I have little background to the art form and have tried to capture the beautiful art form in my fantasy only. So my true readers can highlight me with their honest critics who may help me to edit the work further and yield a good result. All in all I am ready hereby to offer you this experimental piece of mine.
Published 24th Dec 2010
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24th Dec 2010 5:29pm
love the greek elements you combined so gracefully with the dance steps and the poem in general.
for those of you who don't know what melomakarona is (probably everyone) : it's a greek recipe we do at christmas time basically it's biscuits dressed in honey and walnut!
for those of you who don't know what melomakarona is (probably everyone) : it's a greek recipe we do at christmas time basically it's biscuits dressed in honey and walnut!
25th Dec 2010 9:45am
Hey Ophie, getting such a compliment from you removes all my worries and if you feel that those Greek elements are combined gracefully then there is nothing more than that. And thanks a lot for defining the recipe in the last line which I actually forgot.
Dear Readers, I do hereby declare that the resultant work is a joint composition by me and Opheliac from Greece who really helped me a lot in bringing the effervescence of the Greek flavor added in the poem. She has composed the opening lines of the poem and co-edited the work upto its publication in DUP. I hope that you all will like the joint effort. I am looking forward to work with such immense talents in the site to produce some more interesting works overhere.
Thank you Graham very much for adding this one and I am glad that you liked this one.
Thank you Graham very much for adding this one and I am glad that you liked this one.
6th Jan 2011 5:16am
That - is - awesome. I love collaboration works, especially when they come out this well done. MY favorite part of this was
"I will touch her wherever she will fall for me,
While she will steal my qualms and make me free.
Her sugar coated dress,
Build army to my empress,
And she slipped from my hand,
Like the silk smooth sand,
That flees in the direction of the carrying wind."
So gorgeous. You have truly out done yourself Anando (and Opheliac). To the Reading List with ye!
6th Jan 2011 5:57am
Dear fellow reader Pierre,
your comments are so sweet like some honey coated biscuit which actually slips inside my heart. You are too kind but here on commenting this one you have indeed boosted the morale for us. I was lil bit down because the composition was very dear to me and not many quality readers commented. The attempt was a unique one and I think Ophie should also reply you back. The first line that you have mentioned, "I will touch her,..." well I am giving it a second thought in the revised version of the poem where I m gonna put , "I w,ill catch her...", or might be "...hold her...", what do you say?
6th Jan 2011 5:13pm
No. Don't change a thing. The word 'touch' implies a softness of contact. If you change it to 'catch' it will imply the impact of her weight in falling and if you use 'hold' it robs the section of its soft motion. Change it if you must, if it burns within you to do so, but otherwise do not doubt what you have contrived here.
7th Jan 2011 8:14am
Thank you so much Pierre for helping me out of this. I am not gonna change it at all because I think I have got a valuable input from a quality reader like you. Glad that you contributed for my insights.
