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Skyfyre
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Sitting in Michael's Lap

0 posted 2000-01-20 08:24 PM


As Death, the sky, and copious the moon,
Upon the night which found my thoughts adrift
On hush'ed winds.  The silence held in swoon
My frenzied soul – I felt my troubles lift,
If only for a moment.  While I gazed,
Enraptured, at the jeweled drape of sky,
A fierce longing in my bosom blazed;
I knew not whence it came nor even why.
I felt, upon my face, a gentle sigh --
So warm, the breath – intangible caress
That lingered on my cheek.  My seeking eye
Found nothing, though – and Night would not confess
Her secrets.  I was strangely unconcerned,
Although I knew the spectre lingered near:
His breath had only stoked the flame that burned
Within me.  Floating softly to my ear,
A tender whisper tingled, feather-light;
Its promise was of honey and of wine --
With silver tongue, and shivers of delight,
It claimed the will that once I thought was mine.
Against my back I felt his body pressed,
And arms about my waist to pull me near;
While sighing breaths and pounding heart confessed
My passion so that even he might hear.
Transformed into the flame by his embrace,
I felt a heat my heart had never known –
I needed not to look upon his face
To know his longing echoed with my own.
His hands were butterflies upon my arms,
The linger of his lips, a searing bliss:
And I, the willing captive of his charms,
Was bound as sure as iron by his kiss.
But oh!  So kind a captor never breathed
As he whose warm exhale bestirred my hair!
And nevermore has such desire seethed
Within my breast as when I felt him there.
When, with the dawn, my lover did depart,
His kisses warm and wistful on my face,
I bid a fond adieu to stolen heart,
And hung a quiet nothing in its place.

For never shall I find the equal of
My phantom paramour, whose name is Love.




 You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.


© Copyright 2000 Linda Anderson - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 2000-01-20 08:31 PM


Well, you have certainly crafted another masterpiece, Kess! This is excellent!

Denise

Poertree
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2 posted 2000-01-22 07:37 AM


Kess

I have to say it now i've read a few (quite a few .. smile) of your poems - c'mon admit it you're not from this time period are you??

Somehow or other you've come to us from Arthurian times .. at least that's where your wonderful poetry instantly transports me ... ~smile~

Philip  

Munda
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3 posted 2000-01-22 09:15 AM


I couldn't have said it any better than Denise and Philip ! *G* Kess, this is outstanding ! Hmm, guess I better give it another try huh ? Galahad where art thou !  
Skyfyre
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4 posted 2000-01-22 10:00 AM


Denise, thank you ... I wouldn't call it a masterpiece but the fact that you did is flattering ...  

Phillip:  Alas!  I am uncovered!  I shall now have to slay thee to preserve my secret ...  

Munda:  Thank you m'dear -- you may start over if you like, but it is not required -- far be it from me, though, to discourage anyone from writing ...  

--Kess

hoot_owl_rn
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5 posted 2000-01-22 10:07 AM


Kess...this is absolutely captivating. You have such a way with words. Wonderful poem  
Poertree
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6 posted 2000-01-22 01:43 PM


Thee slay moi ?!! ...

But nay fair maid tis I wot go around slaying dragons and black knights and suchlike to preserve thy fair skin ..

... ah yes and there comes wiffling through the tulgy wood a foul JB .. out with the blade .....   ......

Even with one ell (lol) in my name I can protect thee ...~smile~

Philip .... alias KISA ....

.... er what was that about men in white coats?

Skyfyre
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7 posted 2000-01-22 03:01 PM


LMAO -- the extra "l" was for -- um -- emphasis!  Yeah, that's it!  

I assure thee, noble knight, this "fair skin" needs no protection -- she is quite capable of defending herself, TYVM!  

(but thanks for the offer)  

--Kess


 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest


Poertree
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8 posted 2000-01-23 04:37 AM


"Thank you" as well but y'don't kill off chivalry that easily K  :


But wait My Lady Kesslynne
To thee I pledged my sword
I do not seek thy heart to win
Nor favour nor reward
I simply ask to serve thee
Remember this I pray
We're in Medieval England
Not the modern USA.

KI(Tarnished)A



Skyfyre
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9 posted 2000-01-23 10:34 AM


Philip, my friend, you are a card.  

(but I still bet my sword's bigger than yours)

hehehe

--Kess



 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest


Poertree
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10 posted 2000-01-24 05:19 AM


~smile~ even an Arthurian knight knows when he's beat ..... beating a dignified retreat  ... to write a poem about love ... ha ha


jbouder
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11 posted 2000-01-27 05:20 PM


*Jim runs out of his office to get a glass of cold water and pours it over his head*

Is it warm in here?  Geeze, Kess, don't do that to me at work!    Very nice poem, m'lady.  The only negative comment is your meter stumbles at the beginning of Line 7.  Otherwise you maintained a perfect iambic cadence.  Very nice.  Did you give yourself an "A"?

Knave Philip:

Didst thou not learn as a wee lad that mere iron canst do no more than anger a wiffling JB?  Besides, I'm a domesticated wiffling JB and almost fully house-trained at that so Lady Kess has little to fear.  But YOU on the other hand, I pray thee run like brave Sir Robin!    

P.S.  What is "tulgy"?

Poertree
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12 posted 2000-01-27 06:40 PM


lmao ......

Wiffling was a typo ....... "Whiffling"

Tulgy was a typo .......... "Tulgey"

JB was a typo ............. "Jabberwock"

vorpal blade is not ..... snicker-snack


Skyfyre
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13 posted 2000-01-27 11:08 PM


Jim -- thank you for the critique -- I see what you mean about line 7, but methinks we might be reading it a little differently ...

While 'tis true that "fierce" might be read as one syllable, when I say that line aloud, it says:

"A FIerce LONGing IN my BOsom BLAZED"

To me, pronouncing "fierce" as one syllable is trying on the tongue, unless you slur over the "e," ie "firce" ala suthen english LOL.  To me, is sounds like "FEE-urse," with a definite soft following the stressed "fee."  I realize that it is not a two-syllable in truth; I simply maintain that it does not make the line stumble, at least not as I read it.  Course I could be biased.  LOL  

Thanks again,

--Kess

Oh, and Philip -- loved the Jabberwocky reference -- I think it applies to our own Whiffling JB as well -- LOL  


 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest


Not A Poet
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14 posted 2000-01-28 11:52 AM


Philip, don't let them up at all. Deserving be they not of any quarter. Instead, knaves all, like lambs should be led to slaughter.

Very nice Kess. I hope we can (translate that as I can) learn something from it. Southern belle or not though, I'm not sure I can go along with "FEE-urse."  

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 Pete

     What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sublimity --
     sufficiently sublime in their simplicity --
     for the mere enunciation of my theme?
          Edgar Allan Poe




[This message has been edited by Not A Poet (edited 01-28-2000).]

jbouder
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15 posted 2000-01-28 12:19 PM


Kess:

Fee-urse?  FEE-URSE?!?  You've gotta do better than that!  

Jim

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