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shadows of sorrow
she is not the inhabitor of my dreams,
because I do not dream. when the sun chars
the earth, I am under deep cover, confined in a
slumber that is undisturbed by sensory illusion.
long after sunset, when the air remains warm &
the wind moves on tiny feet, I become a dishabille
night crawler, stalking the nocturnal female who
will become my temporal lover.
in the magic of the night, she appears steadfast: a
woman who can take abuse, & give it in return, for
what is the conjoining of amorous libertines without
a measure of combat? her light tunic & sandals are
discarded easily, & the earth’s verdant down makes
an amiable bed.
abruptly, sullen clouds obliterate the moonlight. I could
not track her with my eyes, which were useless in this
obsidian omneity; I traced her by the beat of her heart,
because she had a beating heart. she was not a ghost,
not a phantom, not a fabrication of my delirium.
and at once, I understood, as if endowed with the wisdom
of madness:
in the relentless mysteries that surround us, there is art.
in the absence of all that is logical, there is poetry.
she was not meant to serve in rococo daylight, among
the vain & the valorous, the virtuous & the whores,
but to reign in the shadows of sorrow…
it was there that I wanted her.
Published 18th Feb 2015
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18th Feb 2015 7:20am
There is a man who plays with me in my carnal rage
But I need another who holds my hand in my sorrow.
But I need another who holds my hand in my sorrow.
18th Feb 2015 8:07am
I see you, I feel you,... I adore you...
I Love you...
in the relentless mysteries that surround us, there is art. Isn't that the point in the first place...
Love this Johnny***
Zazzles xoxoxox
I Love you...
in the relentless mysteries that surround us, there is art. Isn't that the point in the first place...
Love this Johnny***
Zazzles xoxoxox
I love how you weave your words JF...the pictures you paint
I could imagine sitting, listening to you speak them bringing them further to life...
Bravo.... :)
I could imagine sitting, listening to you speak them bringing them further to life...
Bravo.... :)
18th Feb 2015 4:38pm
18th Feb 2015 9:36am
Anonymous
18th Feb 2015 10:39am
A clear picture of how ones sorrow can easily become anothers sadistic pleasure. I think a prayer for mercy for the fallen is in order, comrade.
18th Feb 2015 4:15pm
Sigh....another stunning write from the talented JohnFeddeler. You never let me down, my friend.
18th Feb 2015 4:40pm
18th Feb 2015 4:46pm
Nocturnal melancholia relieved by an enchantress dressed in shadows. Her relentless mystery is part of her enduring charm. "Sorrow" might be your serenade.
18th Feb 2015 8:37pm
18th Feb 2015 9:52pm
My words waver softly into the night, unable to purse a syllable worthy of such lamenting shadows. I'm bruised within by your poignant art!
[Within the garden's secret floral, our bodies meld and dance once more. our nebulous laughter swirls roundabout the blue dahlias and black lilies, for our night is that of restored vitality. - blue angel]
[Within the garden's secret floral, our bodies meld and dance once more. our nebulous laughter swirls roundabout the blue dahlias and black lilies, for our night is that of restored vitality. - blue angel]
18th Feb 2015 10:55pm
A prayer to Apollo...to all the Muses of the night. John...this is so damn good mate.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
18th Feb 2015 11:44pm
What a breathtaking poem JohnFeddeler...from start to finish...as dark and deep as the midnight sky...beautifully illustrated in your words...
19th Feb 2015 2:07am
excellent piece...woven in scintillating settings, n the vocab is so poetic. But what i love each tym reading ur pieces, is how u kerp up the magnetic hook n flows inspite of length n the way u shape up the centric woman..sensual yet vulnerable yet she is something to be 'realized' for her art n purity n inner strengths, that has been diligently derived from the darkness n shadows n more....btfl read JF, tq:)
Anonymous
19th Feb 2015 4:42pm
great last line! a mysterious piece . . .
22nd Feb 2015 9:04am
"a dishabille night crawler" and "in rococo daylight". Some good usages here, good poem.
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24th Feb 2015 00:31am
Gorgeous and transcendent work, John ! Your muse is feeding you well , my friend, with all the right stuff.
