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Nova, Far
I didn't want to write a love poem
It was more like trying
to put flowers into the empty pots
that dot my life
Filling those spaces with lovely things
(Thoughts of you)
and hope for the days
to burst full
My words may seem
like simple copper coins
tossed, towards your luxurious fountain
But they will still shine
when deep within your well
of patience and faith
And I will keep trying
so that they add up
to a ticket for flight
for your return
During these uncertain times
of far away lives
We find, that
gold coins presented to us
by sudden strangers
(everyone else)
-are filled with chocolate
and spend in a discomforting mess
Becoming wads of foil
Like the notes of what I fear
that I failed to say
becoming piles of waste
Words can seem like crutches, of promises
but they whiff like smoke
when we snuff our candles
again and again
Too dark now, to read
the what could have been
Alone makes reality a burden
A task, without the soft assurance
of your hand in mine
Or the insistence of your lips
when you press them hard against mine
It is summer and yet I shiver
without your breath warming me
It is silent here, without your voice
-Soft silver bells
attaching themselves to the lobes
of my ears
My bed is halved
one side pressed, like a picture
My side rippled, turmoiled
from my constant upheaval
of turning, staring at the window
All black glass, now
with faint scratches
caused by my fingernail
for letting memories in and out
Sleep is a spiral down
and I can't go that far
to risk missing you
shattering this darkness
I am ready, all over again
Ready for you to come
put an end to this
-This missing you
So this may not be a lovely poem
but I wanted to say
that you are the nova
that holds my focus
as all else fades away
Even far, I'll squint
as that red foil balloon
leaves my hand, seeks you
-Words blazing
that I love you
Trace my gaze back
My eyes can be your guide
as they reflect your light
And you will find me
always looking towards the far
for you
Remember the flowers that you planted
within my ground
The memories are the stems, the leaves
But some tomorrow, come see
that my words are constant
and wrapped around arrows
that I dipped in the nectar
of the flowers that you planted
-I shoot them over the trees
with hope that they land
at your feet
If but one, hits your heart
Then you will understand
what you've done to me
I am stricken; Your name
upon one arrow
I shall live this way
because there is no removing it
'else I bleed out every word
I've ever written
and ever meant to say.
~~~
Published 31st Jul 2024
| Edited 18th Aug 2024
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31st Jul 2024 1:49am
31st Jul 2024 2:23am
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31st Jul 2024 3:25am
What a well written and honest love poem.
2nd Aug 2024 2:33am
31st Jul 2024 12:10pm
This is a phenomenal read of yearning and true love ❤️
You’ve captured yourself and many like you wanting their babe by your side.
Bravo Mark
You’re lucky, she’s lucky
BIG LIKE
You’ve captured yourself and many like you wanting their babe by your side.
Bravo Mark
You’re lucky, she’s lucky
BIG LIKE
2nd Aug 2024 2:41am
Hey dude!
I wrote this before her last visit, but then redid it a lot after she left. Seems some ideas were fresher then.
I appreciate it, Gary. And she and I both know that we are quite fortunate. It's pretty awesome!
I wrote this before her last visit, but then redid it a lot after she left. Seems some ideas were fresher then.
I appreciate it, Gary. And she and I both know that we are quite fortunate. It's pretty awesome!
31st Jul 2024 2:28pm
Oh...
Oh. FUCK!
This was raw, my brother. RAW shit. You tore your guts out, threw in some fucking metaphoric masterpieces, and drew hearts for her in your own organ meat. Holy shit. I applaud your vulnerability.
Also?
The gold coin/gelt/fountain? That was BRILLIANT. I'm absolutely jealous as shit. That was amazing the way you evolved that imagery to something new.
And in context with your "cupid" quote, your ending was beautiful agony.
Damn, boy, you can WRITE.
Oh. FUCK!
This was raw, my brother. RAW shit. You tore your guts out, threw in some fucking metaphoric masterpieces, and drew hearts for her in your own organ meat. Holy shit. I applaud your vulnerability.
Also?
The gold coin/gelt/fountain? That was BRILLIANT. I'm absolutely jealous as shit. That was amazing the way you evolved that imagery to something new.
And in context with your "cupid" quote, your ending was beautiful agony.
Damn, boy, you can WRITE.
2nd Aug 2024 2:49am
Takes one to know one!
I'm not afraid to write "vulnerable". I know who I am exactly, and I know what makes me happy.
Good eye, noticing the correlation of my "Cupid" profile part and this ending. It's a good pain. Lol.
Besides, I needed to get away from the baby ducks write, so this one fits the "bill". <pun there!
Thanks you. And whatever about the jealous part. Your writes slaughter the masses.
I'm not afraid to write "vulnerable". I know who I am exactly, and I know what makes me happy.
Good eye, noticing the correlation of my "Cupid" profile part and this ending. It's a good pain. Lol.
Besides, I needed to get away from the baby ducks write, so this one fits the "bill". <pun there!
Thanks you. And whatever about the jealous part. Your writes slaughter the masses.
1st Aug 2024 4:09am
Dear S,
Beautiful agony can and does indeed exist. That sweet heartache until the “next visit”…These are the types of poems I wish I could write. Where the words create gut wrenching emotions and can literally strangle you if you let them. Lush and lovely. H🌷
Beautiful agony can and does indeed exist. That sweet heartache until the “next visit”…These are the types of poems I wish I could write. Where the words create gut wrenching emotions and can literally strangle you if you let them. Lush and lovely. H🌷
2nd Aug 2024 2:54am
Heya H !!
Thanks for that. This one had been written prior to her last visit. But after she left, I changed it up a great deal. It's better now. It's got "details" of reality placed within it a bunch.
Ask her about her green thumbs! Lol.
Don't be silly, write your way, which is always strong and interesting and very well received!
You're Honoria, the title alone says it all.
So there!
Thanks for that. This one had been written prior to her last visit. But after she left, I changed it up a great deal. It's better now. It's got "details" of reality placed within it a bunch.
Ask her about her green thumbs! Lol.
Don't be silly, write your way, which is always strong and interesting and very well received!
You're Honoria, the title alone says it all.
So there!
2nd Aug 2024 2:39am
Well, I for one, am so happy you wrote a love poem:)
This is beautiful and very accurate when people genuinely love one another
and endure the long distance. When you decide to post it's always quality because
you put down your emotions on paper with honesty. Your heart is golden:)
I'm so happy the arrow stuck!
I had to really aim:)
This is beautiful and very accurate when people genuinely love one another
and endure the long distance. When you decide to post it's always quality because
you put down your emotions on paper with honesty. Your heart is golden:)
I'm so happy the arrow stuck!
I had to really aim:)
2nd Aug 2024 2:59am
Not fair. You have a bow and arrow and I have a squirt bottle... what the hell.
Hey, thanks babydoll! So you like all the accurate details I snuck in huh?
Hopefully the plants do well. And I enjoyed watching you get dirty... it's hot!
You know me. And you know I'm smitten!
Cruise is next! What!
Hey, thanks babydoll! So you like all the accurate details I snuck in huh?
Hopefully the plants do well. And I enjoyed watching you get dirty... it's hot!
You know me. And you know I'm smitten!
Cruise is next! What!
2nd Aug 2024 3:02am
Dude! Those seeds are out children. LOL
Don't forget to feed them!
Damn skippy baby!
Cruise!! I'm so freaking excited:))))
Don't forget to feed them!
Damn skippy baby!
Cruise!! I'm so freaking excited:))))
2nd Aug 2024 3:08am
"Those seeds are our children" -What!! Lol
Hmmmm, it would be a miracle at this point! Let's stick with getting a puppy.
Hmmmm, it would be a miracle at this point! Let's stick with getting a puppy.
2nd Aug 2024 3:15am
hehehe
I had to say it!
It's kind of true, kinda.
You should be happy about it - they won't talk back!
I had to say it!
It's kind of true, kinda.
You should be happy about it - they won't talk back!
5th Aug 2024 5:44am
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13th Aug 2024 3:41am
I like the way you write about what is real & especially of those golden coins that are only filled with chocolate, lol. Even if you had to go to Nova Scotia to be nearer your love, I know you would. 😊
13th Aug 2024 4:06am
Thank you Billy. One of these days her and I wont be apart most of the time. hopefully we can still get some writing done when together full time!
I've been meaning to come in and comment on this poem, i'm not usually a fan of epics because I always felt a certain disingenuousness whenever i've read them over the years, on the flipside throughout your time on DU and reading you never have I once felt any disingenuous turn of phrase or imagery in your writes .... yeah this one actually brought tears to my eyes, I don't know if it's age or i'm getting a bit soft and squidgy around certain areas but man, this was one of those that just really walloped me, your arrow imagery reminded me of a performance art piece called Rest Energy by Marina Abramović and Ulay from the 1980's, where the arrow is being held by the weight of the bodies while pointing at the heart, your arrow stanza really captures how there has to be so much safety and trust in that arrow not landing anywhere fatal on the other person, that had me by the throat throughout reading this, it's bold and vulnerable stuff good sir and you're kind to share that with us here, that too requires a heavy amount of trust too.
Thank you for sharing man :)
-Ethan
Thank you for sharing man :)
-Ethan
18th Aug 2024 1:48am
Holy hell Ethan. I owe you a few drinks or a reference on your next résumé. Something!
Your writes are inspiring as hell to me, btw. They remind me of 1960s beatnik types, but updated with the times and awareness. (Your avatar also hints at such).
I truly appreciate your thoroughness in your comment. I do have a habit of rambling on in my writes. It’s the storybook mode in me. So for you to accept that, to get the totality of the write in, is much appreciated. Thank you.
Your writes are inspiring as hell to me, btw. They remind me of 1960s beatnik types, but updated with the times and awareness. (Your avatar also hints at such).
I truly appreciate your thoroughness in your comment. I do have a habit of rambling on in my writes. It’s the storybook mode in me. So for you to accept that, to get the totality of the write in, is much appreciated. Thank you.
