Open Poetry #32 |
Unrequited These Thoughts I Act My Age |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Her head did a robin tilt left As her usually curved lips Drew straight the line of contemplation Across a mouth I longed to press to mine And crush from her the words I wanted said Yet feared more than the not saying In time she spoke But eyes darted to the speckle of shade That danced under our feet Not into mine Letting me know in my own mind She was indeed Just trying to be kind I do not think my smile betrayed But perhaps When the meadowlark startled wind She saw more than I hoped For I know the flash of color rose in her throat When in exhale I sighed It’s past the time for daffodils The fields are now green And I in passing of days Still hear the songs of spring But do not burn as I did once With youth’s fire to be Came the song of you to me Today I simply satisfy myself With dream |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It’s past the time for daffodils The fields are now green And I in passing of days Still hear the songs of spring But do not burn as I did once With youth’s fire to be Came the song of you to me Today I simply satisfy myself With dream ~*~ The imagery was, again...all I could ask for... the metaphors? Fine stuff... Do it again. Please. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Came the song of you to me Today I simply satisfy myself With dream beautiful in its sweet lament; for me, wish the dream were enuf to satisfy |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron "It’s past the time for daffodils" How does that happen so quickly? |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Captain, your words are always as fresh as spring despite the fall. Never forget that. ~tier |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"Her head did a robin tilt left As her usually curved lips Drew straight the line of contemplation Across a mouth I longed to press to mine And crush from her the words I wanted said Yet feared more than the not saying In time she spoke But eyes darted to the speckle of shade That danced under our feet Not into mine Letting me know in my own mind She was indeed Just trying to be kind" Of course this was wonderful ..but let me tell you something, from my point of view.. I have found that the more I want lips to press against mine...the more I look away, least he see the lust in my eyes... "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"It’s past the time for daffodils The fields are now green And I in passing of days Still hear the songs of spring But do not burn as I did once With youth’s fire to be Came the song of you to me Today I simply satisfy myself With dream" Yes..tis past the time...for daffodils.. melancholy write Captain.... Thankfully, we can and do still dream. Well done..well done indeed. Hugs~ ~ Lost in you, I found myself. ~ |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
damn this is good, but has me shaking my head.. summer is eternal in those who refuse to let their flowers die...youth is a state of mind.. and to me, you still bloom beautifully in every word you write |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Cpat -- this was really good -- took me back to an age of innocence. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I've recently been reading your stuff in the archives...always love your writings |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Her head did a robin tilt left As her usually curved lips Drew straight the line of contemplation Across a mouth I longed to press to mine And crush from her the words I wanted said Yet feared more than the not saying ==================================== I do not think my smile betrayed But perhaps When the meadowlark startled wind She saw more than I hoped For I know the flash of color rose in her throat When in exhale I sighed It’s past the time for daffodils The fields are now green And I in passing of days Still hear the songs of spring But do not burn as I did once With youth’s fire to be ============================= rememeber what I said earlier about your poetry...... about history and chemistry.... you just defined and proved my point you rock poet sir... flat out rock and roll. ( me thinks Im never gonna get that grass cut today) rofl |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Need I tell you? you know right? how affecting your words are.... ~~**~~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I echo Janet Marie...."You rock poet sir" Yes, you do! It is always a pleasure Ron Off course I'll add this to my library What are you my god? You touch me like you are my god |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
oh my...sigh...from the title all the way to the end...poetic perfection...haven't read much today, so as not to cry, but me thinks these are tears that need shedding...thank you for being the poet and friend that you are |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"In time she spoke But eyes darted to the speckle of shade That danced under our feet Not into mine Letting me know in my own mind She was indeed Just trying to be kind" Or maybe the sun was in her eyes... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
It’s past the time for daffodils The fields are now green And I in passing of days Still hear the songs of spring But do not burn as I did once With youth’s fire to be Came the song of you to me Today I simply satisfy myself With dream Simply superb, my friend. *S* But the steady glow of older embers can generate even more heat than the flashfire of youth... when the song is right. *S* Excellent work! |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Longing... you just get better and better, Cpat, I didn't think it was possible for you to be better than best. You're not worthy of touching those lips, no, you're worthy of being them. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This is a melancholy but sweet reflection. I enjoyed the tone. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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