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Porch Love – Then, and Ten Years Later
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Porch Love – Then, and Ten Years Later |
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Elan Member
since 2002-05-03
Posts 382State of Wide Eye |
Porch Love – Then, and Ten Years Later In 1994, she shared only her thoughts Plus an old photo, or two to this strange, handsome young man who pleasured her ears, and her view “Why don’t you take me back,” He had asked of her, “To when you were so very young, and gold filtered through your hair.” The old porch that took up their talk Held memories of so long gone, She wondered of the remnants of men And those who had wandered on. This young pup of a slim man Held others’ eyes of blue But there was tender in his tone And she was lonesome, too. She sipped her wine, Then she slightly winked Slipped her hand into her purse Drew a photo to it’s brink. She gazed on it thoughtfully, Then blessed the candle’s glow Said, “here is one for you, my son, When I was younger. So?” He looked upon the younger her In a photo so old with time But there she was, a little blurred And then he sipped his wine. With a smile, he pocketed the print, “No doubt the gods had you in mind when they first pondered, my dear, of aging their finest wine.” One old lady, and one young man Sometimes say things no one else can. ~*~ Several years then slipped on by, as Two rockers creaked on the porch The younger man, ten years older now Still held his love-light’s torch. He wouldn’t say to those who queried His motives, and wondered why they tried To question him of his love for her And the reasons he stayed by her side. Now he heard her faulty steps to sit, A night on the porch with their wine, When she would weave silken tales again And speak to her long-lost times. Her voice was ten years weaker now But still like silk to his soul And even though she’d sometimes repeat Her stories were still spun gold. Oh, there had been a man or two Who loved her then pulled her apart; But the fondest story in her reverie Was the man with the southern heart. He had stolen her sight one day, Her mind had followed suit ~ And any man with a southern sound Fit again her memory’s route. He had come, and then, was gone It was as simple as that. But this old woman, she would say, Had placed her heart in his hat. The younger man would smile, and nod And listen with the slightest grin, For he knew just how she felt When she lifted her handsome chin. For his heart was in her eyes, It gleamed in her silvery hair, She had his trust, his care was real And his love was beyond compare. It did not make sense to those prying eyes, To those souls who could not know That there is love, all kinds of love, Which gives life its inner glow. So they sat, the young and old Holding hands throughout the eve, A bond was given, two lives in meld, They cared not what others believed. ~*~ From 6-27-03 With enhancement Lady Élan |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Elan Love doesn't look at anything but the heart if it is true...the story in your poem touched the heart of this "old" woman. Thank you for it.  |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
oh this is delightful  fantastic little tale and great finish... looking forward to seeing you more |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
Excellent story and rhyme. Each stanza held my attention, strongly. I truly enjoyed this and not only that... this type of poem reminded me of lyrics by Paul O'Neill from Savatage. May I suggest that you check the Internet for the poetic story of The Wake of Magellan by Savatage. I think you will truly enjoy it. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
So pleased to read you here tonight Elan. You have been away for awhile now and very much missed. This is beautiful and in some ways reminded me of the movie Somewhere In Time. Thank you m'dear...I enjoyed this thoroughly. ~Soft smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Lost in you, I found myself. ~ |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Then... "He looked upon the younger her In a photo so old with time But there she was, a little blurred And then he sipped his wine. With a smile, he pocketed the print, “No doubt the gods had you in mind when they first pondered, my dear, of aging their finest wine.” One old lady, and one young man Sometimes say things no one else can." . and Ten Years Later... . "Her voice was ten years weaker now But still like silk to his soul And even though she’d sometimes repeat Her stories were still spun gold. Oh, there had been a man or two Who loved her then pulled her apart; But the fondest story in her reverie Was the man with the southern heart. He had stolen her sight one day, Her mind had followed suit ~ And any man with a southern sound Fit again her memory’s route." Elan---I read the first verses and felt like I'd happened across a much loved memory and then went on to read the newly added part of the story and couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly, how perfectly...the years between were erased by the same unique love and understanding still there on that poetic porch. For then and again...thanks.  |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
This is a tribute to those who know that, in love, only the two involved are important. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Elan, this was one of the sweetest poems I think I've ever read! And, so well written! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Now he heard her faulty steps to sit, A night on the porch with their wine, When she would weave silken tales again And speak to her long-lost times. Her voice was ten years weaker now But still like silk to his soul And even though she’d sometimes repeat Her stories were still spun gold. ======================================= your crit line says.. "Guide Me" trust me poetess Elan... tis you that guide us..... this is rhyme divine in every line. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
incredible...just incredible! I gotta go get a porch swing |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Truly leaves me speechless. I enjoyed from beginning to end. Woderful. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
bump |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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