If my thoughts are like a rose
might yours blossom in that kind?
and if they not be roses
why not loyal lavender
or eager purple lilac
for singing me sweet songs,
and for the long days
between those in which we meet?
I sing a honeyed song,
but to let it fall on deaf ears
would make it as foul sounding
as the larkspur is deadly;
the sweeter I sing
the swifter the poison,
and the slower the remedy
for my idle mouth and mind
would blister and crack
desperate for your words
that would alter a foul poison
into the healing herb of warriors
But I am not a warrior,
nor the proud death sword
which Ajax fell upon,
only a bereft lover
wooing from dark window sills
and in far away meadows
clutching lavender to my breast
and larkspur in my hands.
Author notes
Even though I enjoy a happy marriage myself, I love the idea of unrequited love and all of the emotion that comes with it because it is so powerful and moving. The reference to larkspur comes from my brief study of poisonous flowers and the blood of Ajax, a great warrior by Grecian standards and one who commited suicide after being refused Achilles' armor in the battle of Troy, is rumored to have sprung the first of the larkspur in Grecian myth.
Written December 22nd, 2005
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aaw so sad
I have read the comments of people saying your poems are romantic. Well let me say this is sad. It is sad knowing that she can love this person and not have him return her love. You had some beautiful imagery in this poem, but the ending ended with a sense of longing. I love this and I am sorry if I interpret wrong but that is the meaning I concluded. Great wirte
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yay! I wasn't sure until I read your coment that my description of Ajax would be prominent enough to show the significance of his part in this piece. Thank you so much for all of your ideas and praise!
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I love this: But I am not a warrior,
nor the proud death sword
which Ajax fell upon,
only a bereft lover
wooing from dark window sills
and in far away meadows
clutching lavender to my breast
and larkspur in my hands.
so romantic..I can smell the lavender, maybe because it's beneath my pillow.. -
Blossoms sfor one bereft - interesting title chosen for this piece - such poison, the choice of weapons in this fight to the finish.
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This is beautiful, and I love the allusion to Greek mythology. A treat for the eyes in describing all those flowers. Excellent work!
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great
o m f g. i love it. it's really beautiful, floeing, each part going together. it's really great! -
Beautiful piece, nothing much else to say.
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thank you so much for your comments, I really appreciate it when people take time to read my stuff and then tell me why they liked it
Take care and happy holidays!
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If my thoughts are like a rose
what will your thoughts tomorrow be?
and if they not be roses
why not lavender or lilac
for singing me sweet songs,
and for the long days
between those in which we meet?
I do sing the sweetest song,
but to have it fall on deaf ears
would make it as foul sounding
as the larkspur is deadly;
the sweeter I sing
the swifter the poison,
and the slower the remedy
for my heart aches without it,
longing for your sweet words
and a chance at your hand
that would surely alter a foul poison
into the healing herb of warriors
But not a warrior am I,
nor the proud sword
which Ajax laid upon,
only a silent lover
wooing from dark window sills
and from far away meadows
clutching hope to my breast
and lavender in my hands.
a very good poem -
wow very romantic poem indeed. I like the flow and the feel of this poem Excellent write. Keep up the nice work.beautiful imagery and my fav lines.......If my thoughts are like a rose
what will your thoughts tomorrow be?
and if they not be roses
why not lavender or lilac
for singing me sweet songs,
and for the long days
between those in which we meet? -
very romantic this poem is. I like the flow and the feel of this poem very classical and refined. Excellent write. Keep up the nice work.
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