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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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(Edited and revised many times - Last edit from 1st to 3rd person - Never before posted) Gradually Gradually this is how it begins Not with a bang so visceral Lacking all contact physical Doesn't have the same visuals One does not hear the voice At least, does not, at first At the beginning, feeling nothing Later to feel as if you will burst Supposedly those who only chat Quip in kind, then tarry But those who hear poetic calls Take a different path to parry Beguiling words in magic strings Touching heart, warming soul Harmonies of rhyme and things Warmer than the hottest coal Replies, responses, back and forth And thus a conversation begins Kind words, sweet words then do pour Perhaps a little thought of sin Words are heard then, not just read They resonate within Striking heart like tuning fork Making sweet, sweet Din Poems then are as our clothes We dress up for our lover Alliteration neatly pressed Transporting one to fields of clover Woven in metaphor, simile trimmed Wearing onomatopoeia Allegory liquid uncorked just so Giving lips a cool sip of Sangria So he looked back at how he fell It wasn't moonlight, waves or sand Perhaps 'twas how she fell too But not in candlelight wavering grand First her eyes caught the words That spoke of pain and beauty Mixed some with love and longing And attendance so to duty And so he wrote of longing too His fantasies of loving hugs Told of a trial or two Dancing barefoot on bearskin rugs Each became one voice, one touch Strumming strings within Resounding softly on the eyes Thus this romance did begin Richer words poured forth until A taste was on the palate Fragrances then assailed the nose With walks in moonlight salad They danced in rain, they rolled on sand The waves washed upon their faces Poetic arrows sailed through the air Untying both their laces Thus they imagined kisses too Their lips so filled with longing More important joined the feeling This unreal sense of belonging Is it love? For him, it is Does it make sense to show it? Should he put himself out on a limb? Or with new words, belie it? They've yet to touch, hug or kiss As vital people, this is true Despite this distance yawning gulf He's 'stuck' on her like glue He sees her in his dreams at night And holds her in his bed Like spoons sharing sleep from tip to toe Wrapped in passion's arms they're led Off to celestial spheres And he now, is higher/sober Than ever was he on beers Knowing he stands in clover Gradually it happened Gradually it grew Gradually his heart went Gradually he knew He's in love For every time, it's new < !signature--> There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~Janet Marie~ [This message has been edited by Wilfred Yeats (edited 11-11-2000).] |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
What better love than the one that grows from words of the heart. As always Mr Yeats you write with such deep belief in knowing what love should be. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Bill...this is the way it grows...stronger deeper every day...what matters you havent touched? You know her heart she knows yours...the love you feel for her is so evident in your beautiful poetry Don't close your eyes to the possibilities |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Beguiling words in magic strings Touching heart, warming soul Harmonies of rhyme and things Warmer than the hottest coal Replies, responses, back and forth And thus a conversation begins Kind words, sweet words then do pour Perhaps a little thought of sin Words are heard then, not just read They resonate within Striking heart like tuning fork Making sweet, sweet Din ==================== Woven in metaphor, simile trimmed Wearing onomatopoeia Allegory liquid uncorked just so Giving lips a cool sip of Sangria So he looked back at how he fell It wasn't moonlight, waves or sand Perhaps 'twas how she fell too But not in candlelight wavering grand =============== Richer words poured forth until A taste was on the palate Fragrances then assailed the nose With walks in moonlight salad They danced in rain, they rolled on sand The waves washed upon their faces Poetic arrows sailed through the air Untying both their laces ================ *standing ovation* *smile* OH MAN. Bill, this is SO PERFECT!!!!!! for anyone who read this now go back and read it again OUTLOUD!! the cadence and rhyme in this is sublime the phrases, metaphors, and vocabulary are outstanding and the imagery and emotions that they adorn are poetic grace this is my fave of yours.. going in my "treasure box" for future reads.. once or two could never do it justice. and hey..that signature looks vaguely familiar  TY poet sir...again. jm There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
And what could be better than to Love someone and to be able to so perfectly describe your inner most feelings and desires...the beauty of poetry revealed at last...James |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
again sir, you have painted another fine work of art. . . superb. . . -------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
Humbly I stand and salute you; for this is truly a thing of beauty  Pepper "A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth." Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I cannot tell you how much your responses mean to me - thank you so very much - all of you |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh yes, for all of the revisions, this is so well done, and I enjoy your signature line as well... a tribute to you both... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, then speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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