Eyes flaming ears flat back
My steed gallops on
Driven by my passion
Bounding to my heart beat.
I've roamed the world
I've rubbed Riemenschneider wood
Lost myself in pre-Raphaelite worlds
Drunk wine in sleazy Marsellaise
They dared to upset a cosmic plan
When they took you drenched in tears
Took you from one tectonic plate
And sent you chained to another.
Oh how the world trembled
As seismic shocks split our worlds
You to him and me to driftwood
Haunted by your final glance
But there was that hidden note
Delivered by your sweetest niece
With her smiles drenched in tears
And a brief touch of my cheek.
That season has now passed
A time of wild adventure
Driven by a madly throbbing heart
Until our promised tryst be fulfilled.
We'll meet in Abashq as you said
Far across the golden sands
No might would dare prevent
The sworn fulfilment of our vows.
For just one night
One night of love released
One night when lost souls meet
When the earth will move for us.
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You are right. Real love and pain go together. But it's so worth it. Isn't it?
I wonder what makes the poet write. The love or the pain?
One thing - I don't have any idea what Riemenschneider wood is?
This is a lovely, romantic poem, of loss and refusal to let go.
Thank you for yor inspiring and encouraging words. They mean a lot.
If you should ever travel through Bavaria and visit any number of older churches and you see beautifully carved wood...pews, altar, organ, whatever...you can almost be sure that it was done by Riemenschneider.
And sent you chained to another.
I am not moving from this line..
Gorgeous poetry..
Dear Fred plz tell me about Abashq...
I love this.
Blessings & best wishes, now and always - S.
1 small correction 'souls' not 'soles' or was that an intentional spelling/pun type of thing?
that apart... this is such a beautiful poem, so full of passion and determination... lovely...
I'm thrilled that you liked those lines. The last line "when the earth will move for us" is related to those two.
I'm glad that you loved this. Abashq...hmmm...that's another story. I'll write about.
It's a mystery place.
If you felt that then you must know Abashq.
Thank you for those words of yours. Will one night do? Normally not...but in this poem yes. Soul mates were torn apart. Their suffering is not measurable.
I note your disclaimer and that makes your comment all the more precious.
Thank you for your appreciation. Go well
I know with my whole heart how you feel. I know your longing. Please take this poem as a gift to you.
I'm sure that it'll make your dreams come true.
Blessings and *hugs*
I'm glad that you loved it. Remember this...you can write even better than that. You have the ablity right there in your heart.
I believe that one should do an inner search. Find the emotions that drive you to write the poem and then express them as well as possible. Well anyway I try.
Yes that's what I said. There are things thare unfathomable. Forces that are irresistable. Incompletenesses that need fulfilment. Memories to replace emptinesses.
All this in special circumstances.
such love and pain in this verse...one night of love ; there is often a dillemma , wheather its better to live that night ...as it will make rest of the nights miserable or live it again and again in memories , living your whole life smiling that yes I have lived love ...
as they say to love is the best thing...and to love and loose second best ...
God bless you, dear Fred, and thank you - from the very depth of my tearful being!...
"I'm sure that it'll make your dreams come true.'
It seems so unlikely... but, again, thank you, anyway!...
Hugs and blessings - S.
Oh how the world trembled
As seismic shocks split our worlds
You to him and me to driftwood
Haunted by your final glance
This is so sentimental Fred how did you come out with these delicate feelings..Bravo....
lovely...and I will be waiting for another story Fred..
thanks for your love and lovely comments...
Thrice!!! What a compliment. I understand why. What would one do??? What if you are presented in such a case. Not you or me...but some poetic people.
One night. One glimpse of what love is.
When the tent flap is opened and there is a fragrance of love in the air. An evening when love is truly known and celebrated.
It would depend. On everything. On a moment when all one's dreams become real...for one night. Yes...it would last until eternity.
I thought that you would understand. I didn't know how perfectly. Keep the gift in your heart for ever. Write about it over and over. Let it prevent your life from ever becoming routine.
God will give you the love that He wishes you to have. Have faith. Leave no room for doubt.
I just write. My life has filled my heart. I just pour out my thoughts.
I''ll keep on writing and I'll keep on waiting for your stories and your comments.
Aha... I just love bananas. Must be the monkey in me. Hahaha.
This is a story concerning regions where young women are handed over to men chosen by custom and by parents. Far be it for me to decry the traditions of other peoples but in my story a true love situation was broken by social powers that the couple could not fight against.
In my novels I feature feminist attitudes and by that I mean that woman make their own decisions. They wear very bright colours and one is even an aerobatics flying ace.
Hmmm I don't know any pink women. There ain't any here in SA.
Thanks for your fiery comment. I loved it.
I totaly missed the other culture reference. I only read it with my own perspective, which I am sorry to say has not included any of those situations that you describe.
I'm glad that you noticed that.
That makes perfect sense. It's just that I know about situations elsewhere.
But that doesn't mean that choices made for all couples is always bad. It's a system that has worked for thousands of years in some places. I've written about an instance where it didn't. That's all.
Thanks for coming back. Regards to the NO MORE PINK WOMEN. I think that they'd love my books. Hahaha.
The poem's about an emotional condition not a real live event.
Thanks for the visit...and the good wishes.
Will you please give me the link to this group? I can't seem to find it.
I can see that you fully understood the emotions expressed here and that is reward enough for me.
Love can be rewarding most of the time but sometimes it causes pain. Pain that only a poem can describe.
Excellent entry...
and thanks for your blessings Dear Fred
Hey I haven't seen it...how do I get to this group? I must try and find out.
You'll always have my blessings. Always.
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You are such a dear friend. I'm so happy about this.
I'll go and have a look.
There are such exotic images in this poem. Of far lands, deserts..symbolic and otherwise. The heart will find peace when the earth will move...for the two people kept apart by the frailities of faith and courage.
Masterpiece, Fred!
I don't think that I'm capable of writng a masterpiece but I know what you mean. I appreciate that very much and feel highly motivated.
Who said 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?
OK there was pathos here but I'll turn to blissful happiness now. Life has many parts.
Now I'll go and visit those sunshine places.
Still love this poem on rereading it. Lovely metaphors in the allusions.
Thank you Alison but I haven't heard anything official yet.
Thank you for your support.
Thank you so much dear Bhawana. That display makes the whole thing worthwhile.
It's beautiful.