This is a time that I need things I cannot speak of
to ease my soul.
Looking down the shore I see the woman child standing,
transfixed,
mesmerized,
staring at the blue of the water and the sky,
waiting for her dark knight to appear.
She speaks,
but he does not read her.
It has been so long.
It has been so long for me.
I have no place to store these waves,
that crash to my shore,
what am I to do with the current,
the eddies of the sea?
Kind sir have a care.
Have a care.
Do you have a care?
Passion flows through the woman child's veins
as did the sustenance when she was a mere babe
at her mother's breast.
Speak to me,
tell me truths only my heart will hear.
Forgive me my deep passions,
for I have become a novice at this game.
Please don't call me clever my love,
for it is only my heart, you see.
The fog is thick.
She does not see him.
She weeps for the thing she desires.
She weeps for the things her heart and soul have missed.
I was listening to alot of Doors and Zepplin last night, this is one of two inspired by a Zepplin song. The video is below.
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I understand the almost painful passion and the longing~the enrgy, the crashing wave that has nowhere to crash and so it shivers suspended~waiting for the shore that will pull her in ~permit her waves~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
wow! I can clearly see the imagery.
I love the Doors, love fast music...Passion is a wonderful, wonderful thing, even the longing, though painful it is.....
Kathryn, I have actually only been listening to Waiting For The Sun, Spanish Caravan and When The Music's Over. I find it puts you into a pleasant trancelike state that has alot of clarity in it. I love Morrison words, very poetic. He was also my only girlhood crush.
Zepplin II came out and it was a listen a day! It is funny Chana, I knew Jim and thought he was a selfish self-centered little prick at the time, now i find a pleasant mystique about him!
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Passion can act like a conduit or it can become a weapon which beats one up when it cannot come to fruition. It builds like the course of brick when building a house and stands tall in the soul. I read so much within and between the lines as your soul spills its full and allows the waves to lap you.
Good stuff
When your need for one who does not or cannot do anything about it overwhelms you, it is very hard. Your writing reflects the feelings and images well!
Hugs and Blessings
Lisa
ah: Zep.
you are a miracle.
"what am I do with the current," I bet you meant "what am I to do with the current"
"Kind sir have a care.
Have a care.
Do you have a care?"
You use this type of repetition in several of your poems including other parts of this one and I like it--works really well as part of your style.
Thanks John, I missed that. On the repetion, I am speaking to my muse.
Does your muse have a care?
I think so, I hope so.
:)
Sorry John, it appears that I cannot spell today either.
Thank you so very much for this touching, heartfelt poem and your most valuable contribution to "Music Everywhere", dear Chanochka!
Shalom veahava - S.
This is my favorite line: "I have no place to store these waves." Great poem.
I love your poetry, Chana. I can relate to your words so well...
Thank you Cheryl! I keep trying to get by and read yours because it is so good. I get easily distracted and forgetful. Sorry.
Great expressive, touches the soul.
I'm very passionate about loving this poem!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
It seems as if your standing at the very end of the world...
Mustafa, very interesting comment. You are in touch. I had to go back and re-read (of course finding things I would like to change) and you are absolutely right. It is like standing at the very end of the world.
It's intense and wonderfully penned. I admire your talent, my friend. Thank you for posting to our group. oooo
This is a moving account of unrequited passion.
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus. Congrats on being featured in Kathryn's group.
will these loves ever become requited I wonder?
I don't know Georgie, what do you think?
don't know them well enough to say!
Everything that Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S. said. I just cannot say it any better.
I have never given a poetic critique like this but for some reason you ignited the natural healing phase of my life. Thanks
This passion seems to be a form of grief; a victim of the lack of feeling loved or being able to release that emotion. The storing of pain because of a problem placed outside of self. These emotions can cause problems of the pancreas and adrenals.
The cure is "Gratitude; lovingly claiming your own power, creating your own reality.
Also working with the color, yellow, the sound "E", the stone Topaz and forgiveness.
Cedar berries for pancreas and Licorice for adrenals. Work spinal: T-7 and T-9