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nocturne
her lips were coated with honey, her kiss was Springtime sweet
my lips were brushed with lemon, bitter as the winds of Autumn
she embraced me with the velvet skin of rose petals
in response, I held her with thorns
she was the glory of dawn, the strength of a governing sun,
reluctant to diminish at dusk
I was pursued by encroaching storm clouds, shivering in the
drench of black & sorrowful rains
she was serene as moonlight, braiding stars & romance in her poems
I was drunken, vindictive, splattering curses upon brittle parchment
she sang a song of surrender, of love unfading & true
I heard a song of wanderlust, that beckoned me away, & far
her heart was a dying flame, a dim lantern, adjuring the distant road
my heart was a drifting tumbleweed, of no dream or fortune,
and I would never return
Published 17th Apr 2015
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18th Apr 2015 00:54am
Thanks JF...tears at the end of your poem...
beautifully written...
Sometimes it's just how life is...
Your ending...so final
beautifully written...
Sometimes it's just how life is...
Your ending...so final
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18th Apr 2015 5:26am
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18th Apr 2015 6:46am
The women in your poems are always beautiful, in a poignant way, brutal, or sweet way, they just always are. Wonderful poem as always, sir.
18th Apr 2015 1:33pm
18th Apr 2015 5:02pm
Anonymous
18th Apr 2015 8:14pm
*Sigh*. . .xoxo, Devlin
18th Apr 2015 9:51pm
yet another strong dangerous woman (but aren't they all ) :-)
great standard as always :-)
great standard as always :-)
19th Apr 2015 8:36am
19th Apr 2015 3:27pm
Anonymous
20th Apr 2015 2:55am
yummy!
20th Apr 2015 5:55am
Great as usual, John.
Particularly liked "that beckoned me away, & far"
Enjoyed...
Particularly liked "that beckoned me away, & far"
Enjoyed...
Anonymous
20th Apr 2015 6:51pm
Too heartbreakingly beautiful to even begin to comment.
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21st Apr 2015 3:04am
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Poles apart....you stack on the differences till there is only the end, the dying n point of no return. sometimes if feels (n i hope) the endpoints are the same...like a force-stretched round about diameter, the poles fuse somehow. That is this magnetism that is held n in the call, albeit perhaps lopsidingly stronger on the devouted reaching vine than aimlessly sprawling tumbleweed?! btfl tale this one, n ur diction caught me at many places, esp.
"I was drunken, vindictive, splattering curses upon brittle parchment"
"her heart was a dying flame, a dim lantern, adjuring the distant road
my heart was a drifting tumbleweed, of no dream or fortune,
and I would never return"
Tq fr this share, JF:)
"I was drunken, vindictive, splattering curses upon brittle parchment"
"her heart was a dying flame, a dim lantern, adjuring the distant road
my heart was a drifting tumbleweed, of no dream or fortune,
and I would never return"
Tq fr this share, JF:)
3rd May 2015 2:59pm
Wow, just love this one! Room fourteen burns deeply for a moment of indulgence. I can feel the swirling wind's of change - restless and hungry! blue angel
