Lamentation of an Aging Bride

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jbstillwater
Member

since 2009-07-03

Posts 216
Albuquerque, New Mexico

0 posted 2009-07-25 02:28 PM

artwork by Janet K. Brennan

And I ask myself.
Where were you when my flower
dripped with nectar sweet?
Destiny,
reveal it, oh sir!
Upon your horse white, and I
clad in my take me boots,
clinging to that myth
of Knights and Wizards, fair
hiding in my bejeweled lair.
.
Yet, here you are.
My dream invader.
As I offer no defense,
nor take umbrage.
Smiling unto my soul.
Sweet rain, a new beginning.
Moving to my place of comfort
among wildflowers and clover.
Oh!
Where were you when my eyes,
clear as healing pools,
imbibed that magic-wine?
Savoring
and soothing my heart' s dark night
.
For now you come,
strumming your Midas harp,
placing flowers 'pon my limbs
mapped in colors faded-jaded.
A stooped flower, aging.
Petals dripping dew
in the morning sun
after a coldest night.
And I ask myself.
Where were you, sir,
when I flowed nectar-sweet?
And all the world was wrapped
in wreaths of myrtle pine .
As I clung to that myth
of Knights and Wizards, fair.

You were not there!
`
`
Janet K. Brennan
C-2009

[This message has been edited by jbstillwater (07-25-2009 03:38 PM).]

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

1 posted 2009-07-25 02:37 PM

Wow, this is good, very good. Would better late than never apply?
Ida

jbstillwater
Member

since 2009-07-03

Posts 216
Albuquerque, New Mexico

2 posted 2009-07-25 03:03 PM

Yes, it would Ida and thanks so much for commenting

Jan

Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

3 posted 2009-07-25 04:16 PM

ms jb...seems love has no time to keep time
of time...perhaps it is her quixote she has strummed into her window's eye..enjoyed this ms

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

4 posted 2009-07-25 07:39 PM

quote:
Smiling unto my soul.
Sweet rain, a new beginning.
Moving to my place of comfort
among wildflowers and clover.
Oh!

This has such a great sound, it is music really. It means that love loves those ageless souls who surrender to its call.
So the lamentation can transform into incantation. Why not?

I can relate, but I refuse to remember certain numbers. A heart that feels young is the best ingredient of joyous ... aging!

Most beautiful write and very nice artwork too. I see you are a multitalent! My compliments.

Love,
Margherita

"Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love."
(Rumi)

jbstillwater
Member

since 2009-07-03

Posts 216
Albuquerque, New Mexico

5 posted 2009-07-26 01:53 PM

Thanks fellow poets

YOur take on my poem was perfect in understanding what it was I wanted to say. I think that some of these questions roll around in our heads at different times and phases of our lives, and then we realize we are "right where we are supposed to be."

Huggs
Jan

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

6 posted 2009-08-05 01:52 AM

Jan,

This is outstandingly wonderfully fantastic. I love the art and the poem. I want your talent.

Hugs,
Alison

GBride
Senior Member

since 2009-07-02

Posts 538

7 posted 2009-08-05 07:48 AM

This is very good stuff. It could be in the Newyorker magazine or the Atlantic. Where do you get this ability? I am impressed!

jbstillwater
Member

since 2009-07-03

Posts 216
Albuquerque, New Mexico

8 posted 2009-08-05 01:49 PM

Thanks Alison and G Bride

I have been writing all of my life, first novel at age 12 and then never did stop writing and most likely will write until I die.

Thank you for your kind words

Jan

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