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build me a cradle on a Sweet Pea sea.....

rain rain go away leave me dry in slow decay,
wish I may' wish I might, walk a walk below the light,
take me to the still clear water,
take me hither fro and yonder,
take me way from all this mess,
let me place my head upon warm soft breasts,

Wander wander; wander bout,
please stop raining let me out,

Leaves are wilting cold fall rain,
Grass is green yet no refrain,
Blow away blow away go away Fall,
Wintertime freezing cold; bellowing call,

Tis the season; melt away face,
Make me take me; away from this place,
Summertime blues on a crystal blue sea,
Merry Maiden Arctic cold calling to me,

And another year passes as life dwindles by,
Rumplestiltskin woke long after;  his good time to die,
Yet here in the rain in the cold colored Fall,
Walking to and fro in the wonder of it all,

Tis the season of the stillborn breeze,
Frigid fawns breathe; on foggy frozen seas,

And in one tender moment of a Sweet Pea bloom,
Close my eyes in wonder lacking visions of the gloom,

On and on and on and on; clickety clack, clack clack,
One last breathe of Fall as the dead wood branch  snap clap;
black,

Wind me down to paradise and take me home to love and peace,
Cradle me in cresting waves and lose me in the soft warm fleece,

Warm nights under firelight and crickets in the sky,
Tuck me into sweet dreams sleep; and hold me when I cry…..

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Written September 17th, 2003

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  • Talia
    January 10, 2004
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    A truely remarkable piece this one, such melancholy for I Don't know, but images and emotions in this piece are excellent. And the ending just blew me away.

    One helluva piece


  • artis
    November 14, 2003
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    to escape to the warmth of our minds and linger there with the very best of what we can dream up...but oh, to have it all become real would be sweetness personmified a thpusand times over...Artis

  • oneluckygirl
    October 29, 2003
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    The gentle and the sharpest edges, the joy and the throbbing ache, the innocence of youth and the burdens of age - set side by side so wonderfully! I found myself returning to this

    And in one tender moment of a Sweet Pea bloom,
    Close my eyes in wonder lacking visions of the gloom

    in the hope that it holds the power to dry those tears before snap, crap; black.


  • smae
    October 24, 2003
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    That was freaking beautiful.
    I know how this feels, just wanting the comfort of someone's love and touch. You expressed this in such a dynamic way...but who would expect anything less than wonderful from you!?
    No really, who?
    with love and hugs,
    Smae


  • Mark Rickerby gold member
    October 24, 2003
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    Great, fanciful imagery in the poem and the color in the background photo made me dizzy. Very imaginative work.

    Mark


  • myrataal silver member
    October 4, 2003
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    You are the King of Melancholy ...

    Hugs

    Myra


  • Lurie
    September 25, 2003
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    Sounds like a lonely and cold fisherman needs a nice warm hug!!!!!!!!! It's a sad yet so very beautiful poem Joe. You know I understand where you are coming from and I hope soon you find that warm heart to rest your own in! Love ya sweets!!! ~Laura

  • shatteredtrinket
    September 21, 2003
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    Joe, it's been so long since we've talked!!! This poem is beautiful--so soft and sweet. It truly reflects your heart.
    -Heather


  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    September 21, 2003
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    You have taken an old ryhme to a new level, but again with a note of saddness riddled through every line. You shine in whatever form you choose to write in with rythmic flow, and esquisite meter catching the lilt from thin air, even if it is a trip down melancholy lane. There is always a hint of something just beneath the surface .... a passion that shines through the words waiting to be set free...

    ~~whims

  • CrimsonUniverse
    September 17, 2003
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    A reddened and yellow leaf gently glides,
    off from my hand, so softly it slides;
    over the roof tops it wiggles away,
    across the ocean - it will reach your bay.
    The cold, harsh winds may bring it to you;
    if you hold out your palm, my wish may come true -
    to know that my leaf will remind you of me
    when you sit by the sea, as sad as can be.
    At once you will know that you're not alone,
    not even when snow comes, chill'n you to the bone.
    Just hold out your hand, and I will be there
    floating to you on that breeze in the air...



    I do love the soft gentle swaying your poetry always has... Makes
    me want to make a new collab with you So I can boss you around
    again and feel I'm not good enough to write with you Glad you
    are back!

    ::hugs::

    Jen
    Edited on Sep 17, 11:26 p.m. because ''.


  • BrokenSouledPoetess
    September 17, 2003
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    Joey~Bear,

    This is so beautiful hun! I am so happy to see another beautiful and amazing poem from you sweetie. You are such an a amazing soul hun and I am very proud and humbled to be able to call you my friend. You know though, rain is not always a bad thing;)

    Much love to you sweetie and great big

    ~Rain


  • Ladybug
    September 17, 2003
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    a beautiful tune to the arctics of time and cold frozen nursery rhymes...
    cheers

    good to see you writing again!

    //ff
    Tamara


  • Morrowind
    September 17, 2003
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    You need to come to my Sea Sweet Pea':) Beautiful here this time of the year! ..not like in the Spring time when it's raining all the time and when it's not the sky is so gloomy all the time and that dare Mourning Dove "bless her heart" never stops!!!! argggg then comes what little summer we have. you can count on your hands the days it's not foggy...But then Autumn comes and makes up for it all!! yayyyyyyyy..Beautiful crisp clean skies...and the crickets singing there song...and the blue of the ocean seems to turn to a midnight blue...So pretty! See what you did JOE you got my mind off from what i was really thinking" which was!!! Hey darn YOU! where in the devil have YOU been anyway??...Everyone is missing YOU!!...It's time for Rumplestiltskin to wake up!! hint' hint' You know" i bet all of Rumplestiltskin's dreams were amazing even thou he was sleeping Sweety Pea' Love You Hon Hope this saddness i felt from this poem escapes you soon Sweety* ~ Mina ~

  • JM Kenyon silver member
    September 17, 2003
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    Eiiiyyyiieeeyyyyeee!!!! I do not know exactly HOW you can make such a rythem...but you did it here,fatastic, excelent, motion filled, the words describe the chill so well that I am left chilled with a goobumps and the rhyme, though I was getting a chill, kept me reading still! Great Great GReat!...I need a theasaurus to tell you all the words to describe this poem I love it!


  • Sunkissedrose
    September 17, 2003
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    Such a wonderful piece Joe! I loved it, such flow, such rhyme...I have missed you!
    Carrie


  • Kalexi
    September 17, 2003
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    Joe

    This is truly beautiful !!!!!!!!!!

    So familiar, but so original,lovely rhyming as always

    I have missed reading your sweet words

    Hugs and Love

    Karen

  • arden
    September 17, 2003
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    och, ye have done it again Mi Lord. tis the rhymes that we all know, from childhood, brought to us in adulthod. but then chilhood never quite leaves us... it lingers....carressing the outer edged of our mind till we are opened by experience, and then all that was is made so again.
    fall, seems an end, but in the cooling breeze and the dimming days, i find comfort. tis not an end ye see, but a sleep, much needed... a point of refreshment. the earth needs to regenerate, and, if we were smart, we would follow her lead. for the human soul, wandering wearly, needs a place to sleep..... but yet we wander, like lost sheep.

    much love joe,
    tis always good to come reat me with ye, and listento our breath.
    love,
    arden

  • fallen-angels
    September 17, 2003
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    Rhymes and stories we all have heard, changed with great skill into fellings we have all felt, and hopes we all have. Most excellent work. You did a good job keeping just enough of the rhymes and such that the words rolled and bounced on a common time. Very well done.

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