I remember that once I mattered
I am lost, my meaning scattered
An outline of what I used to be
A study of an exquisite misery
Half erased so hard to detect
No one would even care to
suspect
Fading in a shadowed existence alone
Nothing to cling to, nowhere is home
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I am underneath you burning white
Wash away the darkness with your light
I am but a breath, a thought, a song
You are the eternal I want to belong
A movement in my soul, a passion no one can guess
Wrapped around you in this bliss it's easy to confess
The ecstatic thrill that only you contain
I have heard it called by another name
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Once
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An Inferno with a lost soul and a Paradise of physical love expressed with intimations of immortality. I like the way you have presented these poems back to back and in counterpoint, despair and delight.
My favorite couplet from each:
Fading in a shadowed existence alone
Nothing to cling to, nowhere is home.
And:
I am but a breath, a thought, a song
You are the eternal I want to belong.
That last line is especially powerful. Two remarkably beautiful poems.
My favorite couplet from each:
Fading in a shadowed existence alone
Nothing to cling to, nowhere is home.
And:
I am but a breath, a thought, a song
You are the eternal I want to belong.
That last line is especially powerful. Two remarkably beautiful poems.
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Breathless, I move yet am still
Beyond emotion or what I will
A wordless soliloquy written in a better language than
is known
The tongue can remain silent because the soul is
already shown
Above this world a breeze carries me
A view of something that has to be
You precede my memory
There is no beginning to be penned
No trepidation there is no end
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Shattered by this desolation waiting and longing
Madness has it's destination a place of belonging
Could death be more painful than this?
Tormented and haunted by all that I miss
Let me live in the past tense and in your presence
Your hands speak in a tongue that awake every sense
Come touch me, move me, take me
I'm too much yours to be free
Breathless, I move yet am still
Beyond emotion or what I will
A wordless soliloquy written in a better language than
is known
The tongue can remain silent because the soul is
already shown
Above this world a breeze carries me
A view of something that has to be
You precede my memory
There is no beginning to be penned
No trepidation there is no end
<img src="http://prod.bsis.bellsouth.net/coDataIm ... ailf42.jpg" width="289" height="171">
Shattered by this desolation waiting and longing
Madness has it's destination a place of belonging
Could death be more painful than this?
Tormented and haunted by all that I miss
Let me live in the past tense and in your presence
Your hands speak in a tongue that awake every sense
Come touch me, move me, take me
I'm too much yours to be free
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."
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Two new love poems different and yet of a piece, entwined with themes of the temporal and the eternal running through each.
The first deals with the transcendent and inexpressibly beautiful aspects of love--beyond breath, emotion, the will, language, the body, chance, memory and time:
A wordless soliloquy written in a better language than
is known
The tongue can remain silent because the soul is
already shown
The second treats the earthly anguish of being apart from the loved one, and the longing to be together again. Desolation, madness, death, pain, and torment are evoked to express the suffering. Yet the beauty of belonging to another on the temporal and eternal plane inspires a tremendous affirmation:
Come touch me, move me, take me
I'm too much yours to be free.
LJ, it's evident that these poems come straight from the heart with you. You and they are wonderful.
The first deals with the transcendent and inexpressibly beautiful aspects of love--beyond breath, emotion, the will, language, the body, chance, memory and time:
A wordless soliloquy written in a better language than
is known
The tongue can remain silent because the soul is
already shown
The second treats the earthly anguish of being apart from the loved one, and the longing to be together again. Desolation, madness, death, pain, and torment are evoked to express the suffering. Yet the beauty of belonging to another on the temporal and eternal plane inspires a tremendous affirmation:
Come touch me, move me, take me
I'm too much yours to be free.
LJ, it's evident that these poems come straight from the heart with you. You and they are wonderful.
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You're the wonderful one! You take such time and care reading everything. You are remarkable, well-read and a very fine writer.
Your presence, limited as it is, always makes the board a pleasure to come to. I'm both humbled and honored at the attention you've given my poems. Merci Mr. Misery! My constant and champion.
Your presence, limited as it is, always makes the board a pleasure to come to. I'm both humbled and honored at the attention you've given my poems. Merci Mr. Misery! My constant and champion.
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."