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gina....gina....
gina.....gina...
gina....what a poetic name...
like sunshine in morning or midsummer rain
like lilacs in april or snowflakes in december...
like magic in the wind to always remember
gina... gina with eyes of deeper meaning
with sweetness inside, i'll never touch it's seeming
but what can i do to make this spell fade?
the mercy of age, the blessing of gray.
my senility spare me this long lost treasure...
but until that dark end my heart holds a measure
of gina my gina, with lips of soft beauties,
i long to softly touch but am held to my duties...
as she dances her graces so far from my arms...
but lies here a prisoner in my dreams of her charms
so embrace me one last time my sweet, my memories
of perfection in beauty held tenderly in she
gina....what a poetic name...
like sunshine in morning or midsummer rain
like lilacs in april or snowflakes in december...
like magic in the wind to always remember
gina... gina with eyes of deeper meaning
with sweetness inside, i'll never touch it's seeming
but what can i do to make this spell fade?
the mercy of age, the blessing of gray.
my senility spare me this long lost treasure...
but until that dark end my heart holds a measure
of gina my gina, with lips of soft beauties,
i long to softly touch but am held to my duties...
as she dances her graces so far from my arms...
but lies here a prisoner in my dreams of her charms
so embrace me one last time my sweet, my memories
of perfection in beauty held tenderly in she
Published 17th Feb 2015
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17th Feb 2015 4:39am
This reads like a rapturous fantasy, the celebration of Gina, but about half way in there's the mention of senility that raised a red flag. Is this love or madness? But either way's perfectly fine when there's "perfection in beauty held tenderly in she." Fantasizing about women is so incredibly easy, such a luxury, but at what point does it become obsession? I'll ask my therapist. I thoroughly enjoyed this, Sammy.
17th Feb 2015 8:57am
Thumbs up for that comment Crow.
And mad props for the poem Sammy, there are a lot of parallel metaphors of beauty cleverly crafted in this piece, but my thoughts did trek along the same lines as Crowfly's - is there some kind of lamentation at memories fading, like some kind of ischemic shriveling of the mind?
The suggestion of her being trapped in your dreams...
great poem.
And mad props for the poem Sammy, there are a lot of parallel metaphors of beauty cleverly crafted in this piece, but my thoughts did trek along the same lines as Crowfly's - is there some kind of lamentation at memories fading, like some kind of ischemic shriveling of the mind?
The suggestion of her being trapped in your dreams...
great poem.
17th Feb 2015 12:20pm
I think he means that only senility will rid him of thoughts of her. That he is so consumed by her that that is the only "out" he can fathom.
This really is a beautiful piece!
This really is a beautiful piece!
18th Feb 2015 9:15am
Whatever people's Interpretation sammy you've crafted this poem well....it flows, tells your story and allows the reader their interpretation, ie, to go 'I know what he means...' :)
