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sleepwalk : la melancholia
‘I lived for a few weeks while she loved me.’ Bogart, ‘In a Lonely Place’
she’s that dream
that dream you have when you’re not sleeping
she sits in the sweet hold of languor
a moment before she was nude
and wet in her bath
each vision is an artscape
as if painted by Bonnard
she wears a clinging robe
of bamboo silk, perhaps
it embraces her sculpted curves
in a way that I would kill for
I feel the rush in my fingertips
as my hands are upon her
my hands, my hands, upon myself
in the dream she says
if you love me now, you must love me forever
and forever I will
we are made of passion
to exist in perfect madness
for only monsters do not dream
and the fantasy does not die
but goes to the place where
romance and poems are unfinished
‘I’m coming baby I’m coming
I’m sorry I could not wait for you I’m sorry’
she is all apology and heartbreak
and then she is away, away from me
yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be…
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Published 8th May 2016
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8th May 2016 3:21am
I feel you John a never was..
love these lines..
"we are made of passion
to exist in perfect madness
for only monsters do not dream"
feeling this ink..
love Crim
love these lines..
"we are made of passion
to exist in perfect madness
for only monsters do not dream"
feeling this ink..
love Crim
Dreams can be the forbearance of love forevermore,
and the images we conjure up can either bring a smile
to our face, or a scream inside our throats. Thank you
for this gem of a write
and the images we conjure up can either bring a smile
to our face, or a scream inside our throats. Thank you
for this gem of a write
8th May 2016 4:37am
dreams can be such beautiful, amazing things ... they skillfully bring us what we can't always have, but desire to the utmost degree ...
"yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be… "
Beautiful lines JohnFeddeler
"yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be… "
Beautiful lines JohnFeddeler
8th May 2016 5:08am
Every romance is perfect; but the most perfect and enduring is the romance you never have...
Bogie's back. :) Mr. Feddeler, your blue ink makes this blue girl's flu more bearable, haha. Thank you for that.
"and the fantasy does not die
but goes to the place where
romance and poems are unfinished"
I'd like to think that that place is where they not just stay in a stagnant state of being unfinished, but go on forever...
"yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be…"
A contentment I know too well, though there are times where frustration seeps in. Maybe I'm insane, but I find, I feel, that it is a strange kind of *beautiful*. But then again, I'm a poet. :)
"and the fantasy does not die
but goes to the place where
romance and poems are unfinished"
I'd like to think that that place is where they not just stay in a stagnant state of being unfinished, but go on forever...
"yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be…"
A contentment I know too well, though there are times where frustration seeps in. Maybe I'm insane, but I find, I feel, that it is a strange kind of *beautiful*. But then again, I'm a poet. :)
What can never be can never end. Sadly hopeful, John. But, then, dreams always are.
8th May 2016 4:33pm
Because we'll never be the fully
captured nor wholly loved.. but
you get it like no other and that's
what's I clasp onto
You tear me to fucking pieces
my cherish'd .. .
no runes for you honey, just
can't speak well at this moment
captured nor wholly loved.. but
you get it like no other and that's
what's I clasp onto
You tear me to fucking pieces
my cherish'd .. .
no runes for you honey, just
can't speak well at this moment
Anonymous
8th May 2016 7:58pm
Sir John, in dreams anything is possible....
"we are made of passion
to exist in perfect madness
for only monsters do not dream
and the fantasy does not die
but goes to the place where
romance and poems are unfinished"
~ please always feel you have a poem to finish dearest heart...
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"we are made of passion
to exist in perfect madness
for only monsters do not dream
and the fantasy does not die
but goes to the place where
romance and poems are unfinished"
~ please always feel you have a poem to finish dearest heart...
With love always - Taryn xoxo
8th May 2016 10:54pm
A rich imagination can be a salvation, and yours is sterling John. This is dark enough but no downer:
"yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be…"
Might be less of a heartbreak than the real thing. The finest fantasy, subconsciously realized, then written with style and flair. Excellent.
"yet I find a melancholy joy
as I am contentedly captured
in a love affair that will never be…"
Might be less of a heartbreak than the real thing. The finest fantasy, subconsciously realized, then written with style and flair. Excellent.
9th May 2016 4:02am
Sir John, I'm running out of words. Thankfully, your Muse keeps you full of ways to move me with words and visuals
Masterful, for sure
Masterful, for sure
10th May 2016 4:43am
I feel like you just lured me into a dreamscape of breathless emotions, one whisper answering the other with such gentle allusion to the fact it's all just fantasy and dreams for the wanton world of desires..., trenchant poet, you indeed know how to captivate with words! warmly, blue angel
1st Jul 2016 8:20am
