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Boheme
she was a bohemian woman, & proud of it.
she told me words that rang of poetry & wisdom,
& I’ve expressed them here:
‘rest your head gently on the terrace of my breasts;
think no sad thought, nor any thought at all. when
you go out to your labors, to build things or kill things,
to seed the fields or bridge rivers, or to make art, do
it with the same passion that you bring to my bed,
the terrible rage that is desired by the singing whore
between my legs.
return to me, if you can, after sundown. I will bathe you &
play a gypsy melody on my mandolin. after supper & wine,
we’ll make love under the moon’s grin. you’ll give me every
ounce of devotion that you’re capable of giving, implying
that you would never again lust for the body of another
woman, & I will take that as if you meant it.’
I would lie in the silence as she slept, the darkness pierced
only by the glow of my last cigarette, wanting to write
poems for her. barbaric, maladroit love poems; but what
does a poet, of all creatures, know about love?
she had many lovers, being a sexual missionary as she was,
knowing that her charms & caresses would soften the hard
roads that a man must walk. I felt in my wayward heart that
she loved me as much as she could love any man. & if she
did not, I believed it anyway.
in time, other battlefields beckoned me. in our parting,
there was no melancholy, nor did any tear blemish
her intrepid nobility:
‘when you ride away
there may be long trails between us,
but there will be no broken hearts…’
(Art: Serge Marshennikov)
Published 9th Oct 2015
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Anonymous
9th Oct 2015 8:02pm
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9th Oct 2015 8:28pm
God, I wish I could write like you.
"after supper & wine,
we’ll make love under the moon’s grin."
Ineffable. Impossible. Breathtaking, John.
"after supper & wine,
we’ll make love under the moon’s grin."
Ineffable. Impossible. Breathtaking, John.
9th Oct 2015 10:08pm
Ok this poem had me "make love under the moon's grin" simply Beautiful!!!
9th Oct 2015 10:10pm
A strong woman who knows her own heart and won't be told otherwise, it seems. Wonderful writing John.
9th Oct 2015 11:01pm
How lucky we have been in life to have had no broken promises to say goodbye to.
Anonymous
9th Oct 2015 11:17pm
'there will be no broken hearts. . .' . . .this [stanza] is much to poetic for poetry, John, even for the King of Noir, yet, it is still brilliant despite its simplicity for the English jargon. . .Enjoyed. . .xo, Devlin/Doll.
9th Oct 2015 11:47pm
there was no melancholy, nor did any tear blemish
her intrepid nobility:
‘when you ride away
there may be long trails between us,
but there will be no broken hearts…’
👆as it should be.
beautiful piece John
her intrepid nobility:
‘when you ride away
there may be long trails between us,
but there will be no broken hearts…’
👆as it should be.
beautiful piece John
"I will bathe you &
play a gypsy melody on my mandolin. after supper & wine,
we’ll make love under the moon’s grin." .... she brought the poet to his knees, and in return, he inked masterpieces. Exuberant ink, My Love.. - blue angel
play a gypsy melody on my mandolin. after supper & wine,
we’ll make love under the moon’s grin." .... she brought the poet to his knees, and in return, he inked masterpieces. Exuberant ink, My Love.. - blue angel
10th Oct 2015 2:03am
Her generosity as a "sexual missionary" adds to her beauty. Too much romance would leave a wake of broken hearts.
"there was no melancholy, nor did any tear blemish
her intrepid nobility:"
A heroine and truly free spirit, and a fine write.
"there was no melancholy, nor did any tear blemish
her intrepid nobility:"
A heroine and truly free spirit, and a fine write.
10th Oct 2015 3:28am
there's something about reading you in the predawn hours, mid spring rainfall, that begs a repeat performance...
... you are an artistic storm, mister feddeler
loved this
xo
... you are an artistic storm, mister feddeler
loved this
xo
10th Oct 2015 9:16am
perfect penning of the romance in a wanderer's life..
enjoyed the Bohemian finesse in this stoic lady and her wanderer!
no tears possibly meaning an open door for the journey back around?
*poetry sighs to your lovelies here SirJ.. gentle acceptance abounds!
curtsy to your eve,
~d
enjoyed the Bohemian finesse in this stoic lady and her wanderer!
no tears possibly meaning an open door for the journey back around?
*poetry sighs to your lovelies here SirJ.. gentle acceptance abounds!
curtsy to your eve,
~d
10th Oct 2015 9:30pm
Oh this is the picture of elegance, John. Beautiful words, and an ending that encapsulates the precious moments shared the way they should always be preserved.
"I would lie in the silence as she slept, the darkness pierced
only by the glow of my last cigarette, wanting to write
poems for her. barbaric, maladroit love poems; but what
does a poet, of all creatures, know about love?"
Everything and nothing at all, my friend. Lovely sentiment.
Michael
"I would lie in the silence as she slept, the darkness pierced
only by the glow of my last cigarette, wanting to write
poems for her. barbaric, maladroit love poems; but what
does a poet, of all creatures, know about love?"
Everything and nothing at all, my friend. Lovely sentiment.
Michael
10th Oct 2015 10:04pm
A sure hand here JF and a deft one capturing one professionals respect for another
Anonymous
12th Oct 2015 6:15am
She understood the difference of loving and being loved and with that she commanded respect.
You painted quite a heroine here John with stark images of a timeless beauty.
You painted quite a heroine here John with stark images of a timeless beauty.
12th Oct 2015 4:01pm
How beautiful. I wish I could be as stolid yet passionate as this woman. But it always seems my passion burns me frantically and I clutch at things I fear to lose until they burst.
12th Oct 2015 7:37pm
Gorgeously written JF. I love that last stanza and wish that kind of luck for myself. Emotion gets in the way all too often I think.
Anonymous
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13th Oct 2015 1:33am
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Anonymous
15th Oct 2015 1:02am
Utterly gorgeous ink you penned here...
Full of passionate elegance. Lyrical beauty weaved within.
Thanks for sharing -- barrie
Full of passionate elegance. Lyrical beauty weaved within.
Thanks for sharing -- barrie
15th Oct 2015 8:12am
I think I know her. Loved the "Lie in the silence stanza" and pretty much what's above it and below, Thanks!
20th Oct 2015 3:59am
My Feddler Darling..
The way you grace us is
an entire poetic realm on
its on.. It's hard to keep up
with all on this site
but, I come to your kingdom
& see so many hearts laying
open.. with clutching lungs..
& within my beatings it is the
same rather privately or not.
You're an amazing capturer
of life from the gritty to the
highlands.
I love that endlessly, when
sitting here reading into my
many nights.. as they end
with a heart full of sighs..
yet somehow, I know you can
hear of them..
because you're a poet with
over extra-ordinary senses, as
a some of us do.
Ooh how this suspends one
into your depths...
-Howlings
The way you grace us is
an entire poetic realm on
its on.. It's hard to keep up
with all on this site
but, I come to your kingdom
& see so many hearts laying
open.. with clutching lungs..
& within my beatings it is the
same rather privately or not.
You're an amazing capturer
of life from the gritty to the
highlands.
I love that endlessly, when
sitting here reading into my
many nights.. as they end
with a heart full of sighs..
yet somehow, I know you can
hear of them..
because you're a poet with
over extra-ordinary senses, as
a some of us do.
Ooh how this suspends one
into your depths...
-Howlings
4th Oct 2016 6:21am
Only a truly amazing woman could expect nothing but what a man can give her and willingly accept him for what he is,leaving behind no regrets.
Beautiful...
Beautiful...
