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Port of Lingering Sorrow

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The sullen sea
aches in its drifting
within a mournful song,

lost in the embrace
of the silent shoreline,
its intended caresses

insistent
with desire.

Supple & lithe in its breath
upon my skin,

its subtle sighs
sweetly beckoning

under the moon's
glistening whispers
of trembling light,

ethereal in its echoing touch
grazing upon the landscape.

The trees are heavy & swollen
with passionate fruit,

branches swaying
in surreal anguish

for the harvest
that will not come again.

I gently stroked your lips
before I kissed them,

exhaling slowly
& measuring the moment,

innocent
of the coming dawn's deception
within the dream.

You murmured my name
as you looked at the night sky
shimmering,

muted colors
evolving softly
from your unwept tears...



 

 

 

 

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Inspired by the works of Pablo Neruda

http://www.poemhunter.com/pablo-neruda/poems/poet-6638/page-1/


"I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair"

by Pablo Neruda


Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?"



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  • Dalaney gold member
    February 3, 2007

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    So beautifully sad...you have
    captured this contest, I am
    sure, with your poetic voice.
    Love, Lane

    • Night Hope gold member
      February 3, 2007
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      Thank you, Lane; that's very kind of you to say. I actually won the bronze with this one, which pleased me immensely. Be well, Poet. Wanda

  • EyeRaven
    January 31, 2007

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    A legendary poem

    Inspired by a legendary poem.

    I -shamefuly- say that I have never heard of Neruda, and among all the poetry I have read, I have not stumbled upon such eloquence, and such magneficnece of flow.

    This was avery charming poem, only plotted by a master of free-verse, and a professional emitting mind, that produces dew, and dreamy-like images on the surface of every thought reading her words.


  • marc creamore
    January 29, 2007
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    Sublime as usual Wanda . . . your way with words oftentimes stuns me into a peaceful silence . . .


  • B Chandler
    January 29, 2007

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    At first glance, one might think that this is an erotica/seduction kind of a write when in fact it speaks from another aspect of self. Secondly, as always how can I not leave a quote reply for you Wanda

    For the time this mind and body is standing on its feet, this soul shall continue to write inspiration where others will become inspired themselves. -B Chandler

    Keep penning

  • The Monster
    January 29, 2007

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    The longing I hear in this is powerful to say the least, and I think the picture complements the poem well. The short lines and stanzas made this easy to read and, I think, it sounded great.

    I gently stroked your lips
    before I kissed them,

    exhaling slowly
    & measuring the moment,

    Not trying to pry for points, but those stanzas were so vivid, I've felt myself in that very moment. Nice job capturing that.

    -Jak

  • pen-inhand gold member
    January 29, 2007

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    Stunning

    Great visuals, a beautiful rythm. So enchanting of a read. The trees are heavy & swollen with passionate fruit, I could almost smell it, taste it. Beautifuly done! Kelly


  • Seven Of Spades
    January 29, 2007

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    some utterly fantastic imagery here. i fell in love with the description of the passion fruit. truly beautiful you are a very talented words smith.
  • Leaf Of Autumn
    January 29, 2007

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    movingly morose

    Wonderfully poignant and as aforementioned atmospheric . This is what poetry is about , indulging the esoteric feelings .


  • Ink Shadow
    January 29, 2007

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    There are some beautiful images in this post, some that transplants the reader right in the place. In short: an atmospheric work. But, as I have always pointed (for my habit of keeping nouns and verbs starving, without adjectives and adverbs) I see adjectives are used almost every alternate noun. But you may have a purpose.

    I liked it very much.



    Reading you after a long hiatus, how are you?

    D

  • kaibab silver member
    January 29, 2007

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    Love is ever such a flower...to hold for blush to burst our heart...until a wilting flash of fear speaks in tongue of separated tynes...and we ask ourselves which is which...and in the end it doesen't matter...


  • Nicolette gold member
    January 29, 2007

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    Two of my favourite poets on one page - wow...I so love the Neruda poem you have here...and yours reflect the essence of his poem so very well. Neruda is known for his melancholy and yours touches that wound so gently and with a soft-spoken voice. I loved the metaphor of sorrow as a sea or a pool...we both know the depths of those waters. Beautiful and mournful...echoeing those last words of Neruda's poem..."Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?" . A soft murmur of the heart this is, Vlindertjie

    ~ Nicolette


  • Just Rob gold member
    January 29, 2007
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    Ahhhhhhhhh.....


  • Poetic Aphrodite
    January 29, 2007
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    Absolutely breathtaking, Bella

  • Buchan
    January 29, 2007
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    EXCELLENT

    words cannot respond to such brillant talent...well written Wanda.


  • soulfultia gold member
    January 29, 2007

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    B E A U T I F U L

    The write slowly envelops the reader. An slow walk into thought leaving us with...

    exhaling slowly
    & measuring the moment,

    innocent
    of the coming dawn's deception
    within the dream.

    You murmured my name
    as you looked at the night sky
    shimmering,

    muted colors
    evolving softly
    from your unwept tears...

    To make us take a breath and exhale with a "sigh". Beautiful work...nothing more needs to be said ~Tia


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    January 29, 2007

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    Even Kisses Have Their Philosophy

    It seemed to me to start out a little unfocused (for me), but as the poem evolved, it took more and more focus, until the acuity was sharp, brilliant, conclusive (I liked the conclusion/last stanza). It was like the philosophy of hope in a kiss (and more). I like how the poem has a gravity of its own, slowing, almost incrementally, pulling the reader in.
    There are many familiar feelings in both your poem and the Neruda poem...funny how life does that...brings its lessons to bear no matter where we go.
    I started out with a one applause, built up to a two and ended up a solid three applause. Excellent developement.


  • kala chimera
    January 28, 2007

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    This is a beautifully written piece. I love Pablo Neruda, and I can definitely see the influence here. Wonderfully done!

  • FindingFate
    January 28, 2007

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    You are a beautiful soul who pens beautiful words. Breathtaking and best wishes, Trina


  • rollingzen
    January 28, 2007
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    overly conscious of craft,the poem drowns in the words


  • transcendental baby gold member
    January 28, 2007

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    Oh girl, this is gorgeous! I think everyone will be mesmerized by this beauty


  • Sorrows Beginning
    January 28, 2007

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    Emotion is a language not spoken.
    Sorrow is it's substance.
    your words are yours, what i read was you souls signiture.
    it was awesome ROCK ON!


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    January 28, 2007

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    this is simply too powerful for words...as far as a follwoer of Neruda, you are his greatet disciple.....simply incredible.

  • Lyrical Soul silver member
    January 28, 2007

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    Beautiful work dear Wanda. You may have been inspired by the beautiful words of Neruda, but this poem shines with your own sense of style and loveliness. Beautiful work girl.

    ~Lyrical


  • Elvis
    January 28, 2007
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    Nice!
    and
    oh, I love that poem you put up of his.

  • LadyUnique silver member
    January 28, 2007

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    well i've added this to my list of favorites from AP poets
    stunning sounds like such a simple word for this poem... i can't think of a just one word that is fit enough to describe this. it's one of the best i've ever read of yours... mournful, soulful.
    wonderful

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