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revenant nude
a vision comes to me
when I have worked
at my desk too long,
or studied too much poetry.
the flesh of a memory. a woman.
that I once desired.
that I still desire.
she shimmers. in the tremulous air.
out of reach.
and I dare not reach.
she is nude.
rare beauty must never be obscured.
would you throw a sheet
over a painting of Goya’s Maja?
the art of Caravaggio?
chiseled passion of Rodin?
I trace the ghosts of moments.
that I must forget.
that I will never forget.
as the vision wanes
prodigal of essence
I strive to maintain.
I soldier in vain.
my eyes cannot hold
all of her beauty.
Published 14th Oct 2013
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14th Oct 2013 9:26pm
Actualy very impressed
Theres no end to your creativity
Beautiful lines
Stunning
I will save and ponder those beautiful lines
Often ×D
14th Oct 2013 9:29pm
14th Oct 2013 10:06pm
this rememblance of desire gifts to reader impression of poet's longing, desperation and inspiration. enjoyed the poem
Anonymous
14th Oct 2013 10:36pm
Incredibly beautiful and poignant words. Love...
15th Oct 2013 2:49am
15th Oct 2013 9:12am
I love the artist you've chosen here ... this is a wonderful ode to the natural beauty of women. Classic.
LSP
LSP
16th Oct 2013 7:48pm
Some visions
are enchanting
and will always
linger in our memory ---
Beautiful, John.
are enchanting
and will always
linger in our memory ---
Beautiful, John.
17th Oct 2013 8:41pm
27th Oct 2013 7:08am
18th Nov 2013 1:39pm
Echo Utenaka and Hashman.
Poem a picture of desire, tantalisation.
Additionally, if read a line at a time the reader sees her pic, which complements the vision theme and makes her look as if she is behind a glass that would have to broken for her to touched, extend to its fullest length, then fade away, head first, legs last, until she disappears before the ironic line, "and I dare not reach".
Poem a picture of desire, tantalisation.
Additionally, if read a line at a time the reader sees her pic, which complements the vision theme and makes her look as if she is behind a glass that would have to broken for her to touched, extend to its fullest length, then fade away, head first, legs last, until she disappears before the ironic line, "and I dare not reach".
16th Oct 2016 9:32am
'my eyes cannot hold
all of her beauty. '
This poem is heavy with beautiful art and bares the weight of a heart in need.
Just beautiful.....
all of her beauty. '
This poem is heavy with beautiful art and bares the weight of a heart in need.
Just beautiful.....
