I sigh.
Gone so soon
As a mere phantom.
I was convinced
By his powers
Of persuasion.
In the nick of time.
Was it real?
Ah! I sigh
And look
At the wilted orchard
Which’s been left
In my heart.
I can’t help it
But sigh.
Should have thought it over
Before letting myself go
Into such a bliss
Damn -I was buttered up.
Hmm- I sigh
Gone too soon
Before dawn
Bad idea
I foresee he won’t
Come back
Ok. Then
I’ll go down and
Pay another visit
To my wide blue Sea
My closest soul mate
For sure It’ll comfort
This solitary woman
And help me gain back
That confidence
That hard-work project
Which assures me
Only Am I essential...
Yes- I guess-eventually
I’ll manage
To heave a sigh
Of relief.
Original painting by Andrew Atroshenko
© Dulce
13 comments:
Ahh...I sigh if only I had a phantom. I just get someone swearing and leaping around trying to put their socks on, of a morning.
Lovely, Dulce and I can feel the emotion, the trepidation, the almost, remorse, for allowing ones self to love.
Your last comment at my place was so sweet and generous!
Thank you SO much!
Keep writing, again & again.
Let it flow...love
~Calli
That Calli writes beautiful comments, so supportive and loving.
And Andrew Atroshenko really REALLY likes to paint musicians, especially string layers He does "fun" work.
And, well, Dulce--your poem--"I must down to the seas again, To the lonely sea and the sky. An all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by."
SEA FEVER (John Masefield)
I still can't understand how did you get such talent for poetry.
you have captured so much here, and released it slowly, eloquently.
very well written and painted.
smiles,
oh, dear Dulce
These words are just perfect...
Ok, then
I'll go down and
Pay another visit
To my wide blue Sea
My closest soul mate
For sure It'll comfort
This solitary woman
And help me gain back
That confidence
Bravo!
How I loved that part of this poem.
Repeating your words to me on my page...
Love back from the many miles - and just a second away.
Take care, dear Dulce!
As always
Margie
The rhythm of this poem is like the rhythm of the sea - that wide blue SEA.
I feel peace, calm, being cradled in the midst of whatever life experience brings.
Lovely,
PG
Lovely poem! I really hope you find your relief!
You handle words and emotions with great talent.
But surely life is more than love good or bad. Life is mor than bedding and being bedded. Your poems need to begin to stretch out.
Hey Dulce, lets stop the comment deletions. I like all your comments.
sigh. i hear ya! but those moments of letting go can be so irresistable...
I have a second blog that I post most of my poem like stuff on, it may interest you more than the main page.
As I read I see this gift you have with words and weaving...
Nicely done. I will come by this weekend and try and dig around a bit more.
Cat
Dulce- will she learn this time or fall again? Lovely writing. Kinda like the thought of her all buttered up! ~rick
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