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The Meadow
In dreams we bloom
like snowdrops in the sun
carpets of white, amongst
the whistling of the winds.
But no Autumn comes
no branches laid bare
only leaves singing,
green and rich,
and teeming with warmth.
Upon hills we loom,
where valleys call
to us. Booming, louder
than ever before.
Here within the heather
the voice of the next,
beckoning us to leave
those phantoms behind,
transcend these bonds.
I can still smell you,
intoxicating perfume.
Awash with the beauty of
these sights.
Mixed with the lilac scent-
your hand feels soft in mine.
And as our spirits entwine
I know only one thing,
I will never let you go.
Published 26th Nov 2021
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- Edited 26th Nov 2021 3:00pm
26th Nov 2021 12:27pm
Ohhh my, how this just pulls me in and doesn't let me go until the very last word is left echoing from my lips.... (I read it aloud) I was immersed in the beauty of your imagery, right off the bat...TFE!!
I am completely taken by =
"Here within the heather
the voice of the next,
beckoning us to leave
those phantoms behind,
transcend these bonds."
I mean, swoony swoon.... *wink
To me, smell is the sense where arousal begins and is permanently tattooed into one's psyche. I'm extremely sensitive to it and that last stanza, well It was like a perfect 'sense storm' of nature's beauty meeting the ultimate romance.... I can't think of a better way to start my day today than reading this gorgeously crafted poem.... Thank you for that, TFE.... *sigh.
I hope you are staying with us for a spell because I thoroughly enjoy reading your work and have missed it.
Warmest regards and deep appreciation,
🌹 - B
x
I am completely taken by =
"Here within the heather
the voice of the next,
beckoning us to leave
those phantoms behind,
transcend these bonds."
I mean, swoony swoon.... *wink
To me, smell is the sense where arousal begins and is permanently tattooed into one's psyche. I'm extremely sensitive to it and that last stanza, well It was like a perfect 'sense storm' of nature's beauty meeting the ultimate romance.... I can't think of a better way to start my day today than reading this gorgeously crafted poem.... Thank you for that, TFE.... *sigh.
I hope you are staying with us for a spell because I thoroughly enjoy reading your work and have missed it.
Warmest regards and deep appreciation,
🌹 - B
x
26th Nov 2021 2:51pm
Thank you so much for your thoughtful reply. I am almost in tears. I've been going through a lot lately and although writing never comes easy to me, its therapeutic healing power is stronger than anything else. That you took the time to read and reply and that it affected you in such a way, that means more than to me than I ever could desrcribe.
Its hard to explain, but I seem to only write during extremely upsetting, stressful times in my life, such as now. But I'm hoping to continue when I don't feel so low.
I don't nomally write about such things - I'm a Poe fan through and through, and my gage was always the best poet is an unhappy poet, but I'm hoping to change that in myself.
Again, I am touched by your input. And I'll make sure to try to stay more active, and of course to keep checking out your work.
Hope you're well.
Its hard to explain, but I seem to only write during extremely upsetting, stressful times in my life, such as now. But I'm hoping to continue when I don't feel so low.
I don't nomally write about such things - I'm a Poe fan through and through, and my gage was always the best poet is an unhappy poet, but I'm hoping to change that in myself.
Again, I am touched by your input. And I'll make sure to try to stay more active, and of course to keep checking out your work.
Hope you're well.
26th Nov 2021 1:05pm
26th Nov 2021 2:52pm
Thank you so much! I'll make sure to check out your stuff and keep offering feedback. :)
