Sublime and gentle
Subtlety
Surrounding
Surrendering
Around the rocks
By the irradiating
Moon light
Of a clear
Chilly night
Freezing mild
Breezes the sea
Night birds hoots
And coos
Whose names
She cannot
Make sure
Meanwhile Neptune,
Faithful observer
Is there to have a glance
At her secret dance
No need to rescue her
From any other giant
With him she knows well
She is safe
Goes back home
In relieved sadness
Yet, purer
Lights her candles
Her tabby cuddles
Who runs out to enjoy
What she has just-
Gently taken for granted
And sets off in search
For the birds
He can so well discern
While Neptune
Is there to stay.
...............................................................................................................................
© Dulce
15 comments:
Beautiful my friend :)
Dulce- Freezing mild?? I need to stand on my head to read you. That's a good thing. Cats, birds and Neptune. Good enough for me. Wonderful. ~rick
Any poem written by you, Dulce, with Neptune and a cat in it, has go to be good!
It took me a while but I get it. Sweet poem. In classic ways, how can someone be satisfied with the love of Neptune? I hope she finds a real man, heart and soul and body. Am I wrong?
With Neptune, we are always safe, or so I believe at least. Your words are lovely and peaceful and pure. And I'm happy you helped me find my way here, Dulce. Thank you for joining my world, and for helping me to join yours.
Nevine
You remind me to take my real midnight walks. Then I own the whole world. Thanks for your pretty words.
Secretia
It reads beautiful. It looks beautiful. But I don't have the slightest idea what it means.
Very sweet and lovely indeed Dulce. Love the idea of Neptune being so close and so dear.
xo Gabi
Nevine nailed it, this is lovely, peaceful and pure.
It's like a letting go, of sorts...:)
Hope you enjoyed some downtime, dear friend.
Hugs~
Calli xo
Glad to see you are back posting poetry, Sweeter Dulce.
It is interesting to me reading the comments thus far. They remind me that a poem, like a work of music, a painting, a dance, God's landscape or sky or storm, a prayer even, is created anew within each human who comes near with open eyes, ears, mind and heart.
In fact, isn't that all a part of the "image and likeness" thing I've heard all my life? That capability in each of us to recreate what has been already created?
Beautiful words, so well put together...as usual, Dulce. I like to speak them--if I''m alone, that is --grin! I am considered certifiable even before Peeps hear me reciting poetry to my monitor!
Besos!
i always tell my poetry friends i am NOT a poetry person! I just like to read their expressions although i have to admit, i don't always interpret them right!
It's still a wonderful read because you wrote it with your heart.
hugs and love,
~Silver
Very evocative today Dulce.
magic!!!!!!!!
Lovely!!!
You always take me on this magical adventure, whatever you write, relieved sadness, SIGH, but purer
touching, I'd love to walk with you one day. not just in my dreams or fantasies I get when I come here,
WELCOME BACK sweetess ONE :}
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