Open Poetry #1 |
What Cannot Be Written |
Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
What Cannot Be Written (for my love) I strive, at length, to capture what I feel For you, in the unworthy grasp of words; But how, in so inelegant a cage, Might I confine that rare and precious bird? My heart demands the words, and I oblige By writing, but the reading finds them less Than able to convey the essence of The love they were intended to profess; Oh sweet embrace, whose warmth enwraps my soul, And comforts me when I must stand alone, That vibrant sense of joy that you inspire Seems lifeless here, in rhymed and metered stone: And so, at last, I leave it to my heart To show, with deeds, what words cannot impart. ------------------ "Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus" (Now I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.") |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
This makes me feel as though I've just had a nice amaretto...warm and sweet and oh so good! Really like this piece. It is a love song which needs no music It sings on its own. ------------------ The only man worth your tears will never make you cry... |
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traveler Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 119 |
Another lovely entry. Only one person ever affected me in the way described in this poem. I hope she remembers me. Only a great poet could be articulately inarticulate. Thank you for your prose. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Well said! A most enjoyable read. If you would not mind, I would like make a copy. Thanks for sharing. |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Thank you all so much for your kind words ... caroline, my poetry has been compared to one of my favorite liquers, I can now die happy ... traveler, I never thought of myself that way ... LOL ... "articulately inarticulate." Clever way to put it ... but some things truly cannot be said ... Andrew, you are welcome to print a copy ... I am glad you enjoyed it that much. ------------------ "Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus" (Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.") |
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