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Forbidden Heart
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Forbidden Heart |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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Forbidden Heart I dreamt a dream of journey's path that chased the setting sun, Whereby to seek a mystery with secrets to be won. ‘Cross many miles, I traveled long beneath this foreign sky, To find the place that called to me although I knew not why. O'er ocean stretched in greenest blue as far as eyes could see, Where mountains towered – wardens grim – but none would hinder me; I sped as only dreams can fly, to shame the eagle's pride, With naught but hope beneath my wings and longing as my guide. I landed in a valley wide, where forest cradled plain, So vivid bathed in sylvan hue the sight was nearly pain. Its quiet beauty stilled my breath – twas such a gloried scene – In silent awe, I stretched my foot to touch the velvet green. The grass was balm to weary step; no richer carpet made Than stretched in gentle verdancy before this mystic glade. Of health and hope the breezes smelled, and richly of decay, Reminding me that all which burns much surely fade away. The light was tempered well with dark and yet, it held no fear: I ne'er had seen the Circle turn so flawlessly as here. My feet unbidden moved, as though they knew what waited there, And bore me through the ancient trunks in attitude of prayer. I came, at last, upon a wall with ivy overgrown, Which breathed with life where fragile vines lay siege to silent stone. I followed them to oaken gates swung welcoming and wide: The forest paled in bleak compare to what I found inside. Embraced by walls, an orchard stood, with fruit of every hue, And tapestries of rarest blooms beneath the branches grew. And Death passed not within these walls – no taint of brown was seen – No petal fell from countless buds to mar the perfect green; Though boughs were laden well with fruit, not one had fallen free: And pleas for harvest at my hand rung clear from ev'ry tree. I wandered ‘twixt the twisted trunks in awe, like any child, My heart unmade and born anew – its rhythm fierce and wild – It was as Time crept slowly here; my feet could know no haste. Each limb proffered a richer prize, and I could not but taste. Their juices stained my eager lips and danced along my tongue, And each was sweeter than the last. My spirit fairly sung In aching notes of ecstacy as pleasure claimed my will, And though I ate of ev'ry tree, I could not have my fill. To garden's heart I came at last, and there, a wonder found: A crystal column skyward climbed from out the fertile ground! Its surface round and polished smooth, it shimmered in the sun, And in its heart, a pedestal of finest glass was spun. And there, atop the sculpted shrine, was placed in reverence A fruit whose flesh was so divine it filled my every sense. Unquenchable my thirst became, save this should be my wine: I vowed to see the temple breached and make the idol mine. My desperate fingers sought the place where entry I might gain, But though they hunted many days, their efforts were in vain: As though, in guard, stood Gabriel, with sword of holy flame, This fortress of fragility prevented me the same. As sure as bastions iron-bound, it stood in mockery, And only served to whet my thirst for that which tempted me. Now evermore, I only sit upon eternal grass And press my face with haunted eyes against impassive glass; Ensorcelled by this vision bright, and blind to all, I pine, Amidst the plenty starved, for want of what cannot be mine. Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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Talaira Junior Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 10Colorado |
You have painted such a beautiful picture. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The light was tempered well with dark and yet, it held no fear: I ne'er had seen the Circle turn so flawlessly as here. My feet unbidden moved, as though they knew what waited there, And bore me through the ancient trunks in attitude of prayer. I came, at last, upon a wall with ivy overgrown, Which breathed with life where fragile vines lay siege to silent stone. I followed them to oaken gates swung welcoming and wide: The forest paled in bleak compare to what I found inside. --------------------- Now evermore, I only sit upon eternal grass And press my face with haunted eyes against impassive glass; Ensorcelled by this vision bright, and blind to all, I pine, Amidst the plenty starved, for want of what cannot be mine. ---------------- WOW...This is exceptional work Sky, truly...the imagery is suberb, your choice of words...all of your thoughts and emtions weaved in with detailed desription of the scenery...VERY well written. take carem jm and you can say baby... baby can I hold you tonight maybe if told you the right words... at the right time, you'd be mine... baby can I hold you tonight... tracy chapman |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Skyfyre, I have missed you of late, and your exqisite poetry. This one had me reading aloud, and it sounds like music. Your verses keep me clinging and always wanting more. Your rhyme and meter are perfect. Enjoyed reading this very much. Superb! liz |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Once again i am as you put it..."in silent awe". I am so glad to see a new post from you. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Skyfyre, Bravo, excellent work, so glad to see you posting again. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
oman oman yuh e'er toppin yurself sky i love this one sooo much...o and so glad yur back |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Your writngs are so powerful at times Kess. I caught chills in reading this and felt a true longing at the end. Extremely well done, piece. Michael |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
"Ensorcelled by this vision bright..." "Ensorcelled," say ye???... OMiGawd, girl... Where is my unabridged dictionary.. Did you borrow it when I wasn't looking..  Nice work... get yourself back here and post more... ya hear?? |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Oh, how I've missed you and your excellent poetry, Kess!! This is magnificent!! MORE, MORE!!! Denise |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Kess, it's about time you got yourself back here. . . I've really missed you!!! This was just incredible Kess. . . like I've always said, I don't know where this is coming from. . . but I hope that it doesn't stop. Your words ring so true from the page, they fill my heart with light. . .please don't leave us again!! ----------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You don't miss a beat, Kess. Truly an impeccable poem...and your message rings out loud and true. We all press our faces against that impassive glass at one time or another, I'm afraid. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Such well plotted irony here, Kess, and written in such magestic manner. So glad to have your work to lose myself in again.  ~ Claire |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
So ... where did you say this place can be found? Rex}<{{{{o> |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
I repeat that which you said to me: I already said I loved this... but now that I read it complete, I love it all the more. Te vision of Gabriel drives the feeling home... echoes of sadness and longing reverberate through this my friend. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Girl you rock !!! |
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Tess Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 288Australia |
WOW..what an epic poem..I think I will have to re-read this one several times to fully appreciate it, but the imagery was just incredible. I have to go in search of more of your work! Tess "What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies." -Aristotle |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Amazing, this totally carried me away! How talented you are, such a vivid picture! I loved it! David2 |
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Terrina Kethryveris Member
since 1999-12-06
Posts 53USA |
Well it may have taken me a while to get here, but I am here and this is beautiful. As I have already told you my friend I have been pressing my face against that glass for years, it leaves one cold and lonely inside. The saying goes misery loves company, and so I say I'm glad to see I'm not the only one in this dismal place. But I have my hopes of that glass finally breaking.  Truth be known, fantasy is much more appealing than reality. |
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