Open Poetry #13 |
In the valley |
Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
In the valley when asked “where did it go?” leaving one much to think upon for how does love die, and where is the funeral held when both desire not to have the barrister pronounce the eulogy “where did it go?” for once, once, it had not been a chemical resonance yes, truly, love had come, born on wing of hope and in a desire, at least, by one, to believe again what had the other looked for? possibly just companionship, never clear on the intent but rather, comfortable in the together also named security but once it is gone, where does love go? into the valley, this mystical topography of swells and shadows light and dark where dry is moistened by the letting of soul’s tears and where all things that make love whole come together to be rejoined as the splinters are cast words once whispered so loudly they now only echo on the other side of this vast verdant respite how green is this valley where love is nurtured again, by clouds and sun by starlight and moon’s beam where the course of time and time again soothes in touch heals in kind as the echoes slowly fade away into the valley love escapes, to be reborn to be found by those who, with strength of life, not by chemistry, but by soul, come searching, and with gentle hands, pick love up, and ask the question, now formed by lips still framed by fidelity, “is this love?” and without more ado feel the thunderous reaction as love flies directly into the heart then raise eyes to eyes in realize that in the valley, love is found once lost, but under the wings of hope uncovered again, in the swells and shadows of the valley |
||
© Copyright 2001 Decaflame - All Rights Reserved | |||
Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I can't help but think desert! I seem to sadly remember the number of cactus I picked up in the valley, but one time there was a beautiful thornless rose that made the many stings worth bearing. Lovely and filled with so much hope, and there is hope in this valley always! Beautiful write. ~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~ |
||
Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Well, Mysteria, for every valley there is a hill, and for every leaf of green, there is a grain of sand... but I am so very glad that you took a moment to read. Thank you. |
||
RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Quiet...hopeful. Thank you for sharing. Bob |
||
Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
decaflame, this is wonderfully written... regards, sudhir |
||
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
but once it is gone, where does love go? into the valley, this mystical topography of swells and shadows light and dark where dry is moistened by the letting of soul’s tears and where all things that make love whole come together to be rejoined as the splinters are cast words once whispered so loudly they now only echo on the other side of this vast verdant respite how green is this valley where love is nurtured again, by clouds and sun by starlight and moon’s beam where the course of time and time again soothes in touch heals in kind as the echoes slowly fade away =========================== the imagery in this is excellent... as is the convey of intent in this bittersweet ponderance of the heart. and you poetically ask the question far too many of us search for the answer to. very cool and well written work here Deca. me thinks me will keep it for further reads tis never easy being a moth, |
||
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is beautiful expression here, my friend. Will be looking for more of your work in the future. Enjoyed. |
||
Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
So very well described the journey of a life and love: its valleys and peaks; its sadness and joy; its births and deaths. Excellent. "I am not now that which I have been." |
||
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Sometime love just patiently waits for a kindred spirit...it always soars again...right? James |
||
Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
it does James, and this poem reminds us of that. . . Decaflame, you have a way with words that amazes me. . . thank you for sharing. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
||
Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
this poem brings up some amazing thoughts to ponder. Where does love go? Is there a special heaven for love or, perhaps there is a hall like that which some believe souls go to in order to be redistributed to new lovers? or does it simply float in the air to fall indiscriminately on those passing by? As my grandma used to say..."a woman's love is like the morning dew. It would just as soon settle on a horse's ass as a rose." LOL! The poem is perfect....I love the thoughts and the way it is expressed. ") |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |