Watching natures surf softly ebbing
faded waves of brine rising the sun.
Relaxed on our piece of driftwood
where we held hands so long ago.
Gazing through misty morning rain;
I remember the eve of our
first heated passion.
(reborn nude on this sandy shore)
Here I sit; you in your urn
the thief of my heart.
If only you would of took
all of me; I gave you my soul!
I wait here entwined; two spirits
until infinity just because.
(I love you)
Waiting to fulfill your
last wishes; my love goes on this
journey as I promised yesterday.
Author notes
Prompts: 1. The last poem [O último poema]
by Manuel Bandeira
So I wish my last poem.
To be tender saying the most simple things and less intentional
To be ardent as a sigh without tears
To have the beauty of the flowers almost without fragrance
The purity of the flame where limpid diamonds are consumed
The passion of the suicides who end their lives without reason
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Comments
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Beautiful write Dove, one to really be proud of.
"Relaxed on our piece of driftwood
where we held hands so long ago."
To me, the driftwood represents our little piece of this world that we shared for a while, for our lives are no more secure than a piece of driftwood, awash on the sea. So one falls off, but the journey continues in as attempt to fill promises made.
"Waiting to fulfill your
last wishes; my love goes on this
journey as I promised yesterday."
But remember: all promises will be fufilled in the hereafter, my Singing Dove.
I love you,
Brazos
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A fantastic entry.I really enjoyed the flow of the poem from the very beginning to the very end.The wording and allusions were well applied to help make this a meaningful poem.
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Such emotion and depth of feelings in these well crafted verses, a tinged sadness runs through the ideas and yet there is a hopeful realization, that the things shared somehow go on...wonderful poetry ...PK
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