Entrance
he's been waiting
for the rustle
of her dress
... and there she is:
pure pictorial art
dressed in the heart
of his desire
at her small feet
leaves
of silk and chiffon
his Lady Bird ...
draped
in imagination's taffeta (myra 21.12.2003)
Embroidery
"I've been waiting"
he whispered
gently covering her
with mesmerized eyes
her answer
sends shivers up his spine
love's embroidery upon his soul
satin stitches
of longing:
"I'm yours"
her lips
caressing simplicity
an organza rose unfolding (myra 22.12.2003)
Emboss
He can find no words
to weave her into him ...
how does he hold her without arms?
For he is lame
and overcome by Love ... (myra 22.12.2003)
Clover and Clove
She knows the clover
and the clove;
she knows the bruises
and the clutch.
She knows the coccus
causing death;
creation's sperm
which carries mortal coil
and Godliness.
She knows the coalesce
of agony and bliss:
of love and Love.
She knows his heart. (myra 23.12.2003)
Lavender
Behold, oh Poet,
rest your tired feet
upon a sheet
of lavender dreams
His pounding heart
becomes a path
a gate and open doors
a river far
a Star ...
Gifts of manna, mortar
and of myrrh
feed his soul
build him a home
heal without scar ... (myra 23.12.2003)
Tear's Silky Kisses
Does she think of him
too -
this Muse
apparently aloof?
No, not aloof
:
She is the simple subtle shade
the X-ray
of a former state.
She
is
a burning Angel.
She holds him tenderly
within her gaze.
Soothes with her eyes
fine scratches on his face;
the trail of blood
left by the rambling rose ...
fresh bruises made by those
who did not know his skin would peel
not by a blow
but by indifference alone ...
She kissed his heart.
She kissed his aching feet.
She kissed his footprints
in earth's dust.
He kneels
beside her and he lifts her face.
She feels
his sorrow touching hers:
years
running down her cheeks ... (myra 25.12.2003)
Spindle
He veils her vulnerability
so tenderly
with kisses deep ...
see how she covers his contriteness
with the garments
of her love ...
The honesty of naked souls
may be too much
to contemplate
yet passion now becomes
console:
whatever sacredness still be concealed
is now illuminated by his eagerness and lust
not for the softness of her warmth
but for the tambourine of touch -
the weaving of her fingers
through his hair
and through the tangled threads
of memories and spleen.
Within the bobbin of the night
they spin another veil:
slowly and thoroughly they weave
the gentle sheen
of life's Eternal dream ... (myra 27.12.2003)
Author notes
... some Muses!
Photo: Myra ~ A Corner for Lute's Silken Muse
A Christmas Gift
Written December 21st -- 27th, 2003
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Myra, I was in need of soft musings and was not disappointed.
How could one choose their most favorite part? Each indiviual piece forms the whole. A delight to read.
Thank you for sharing your gift
Juls
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Passionate
Incredibly evocative, in the purest of emotions. Truly, your work is indeliable in the heart, permanent in a way that defies my words... I hope you find that permanance in all of you, without veils.
All of my Love,
Devon
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this is just beautifully sensual. so many lines verses that enchant me:
gently covering her
with mesmerized eyes
that is layered with meaning, and so romantic
For he is lame
and overcome by Love
that is wonderful description of being love-struck, or what we in texas call "shot out of the saddle, face down in the road" LOL, our decriptions of love's effects are a bit more graphic, less softly romantic.
She kissed his heart
I love the metaphor, have used it myself. it so perfectly describes receiving or giving love, having the heart kissed.
The honesty of naked souls
may be too much
to contemplate
that is my favorite part. it describes the perfect condition of intimate giving and sharing, something so sweet you can't even think about it in explanable terms.
I find the weaving and sewing together of all the parts of this poem simply enchanting. a wonderful write, myra. -
Myra, this is a beautiful collection, a garden of emotions in movement.
I'm pleased to have picniced here.
Andrew -
woo woo. is this another AP love in bloom? if so, fantastic for you. if not, i apologize for the hasty assumption. that said, this was such a fine entry. i liked the way each piece was almost a variation of the one before, but also something new. and that's the way love comes.... it is revealed in stages, i believe.
i loved your diction. most especially in the bit about spindles and weaving, etc. finely constructed! -
Wow stunning so beautiful poetry loved reading it
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Beautiful and so very touching, I couldn't stop reading. I loved the way you displayed your talent here, I do believe I have found a new favorite, Thank you, Lissa
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you took me astray into a lovely love story, one filled with drama and beauty, tenderness and compassion, what more could I say, I could wander here and try to my wits end to dissemninate who from who, and what and where, but the photo, coupled with the loving words of a woman, who is overflowing with all forms of compassion and sense of being, awareness of others near her, and their lives before, and knows the ultimate comfort lay in simple reassurance, silent spoken words, and the muse of the piece of art could very well have been the author of this poem, what a lovely soul you have, it makes one see, why it is, God loves us, if I for a moment have any of these qualities, which I have to believe I do, then I can see in that moment, why it is, God loves us all, and then knowing that, it all of a sudden becomes so much easier to love those around us, even those we are unable to see their beauty, for they have hidden it away, but here, inside your personal dwelling thoughts, I am made aware, there is a reason, we are all loved, every last one of us,
beautiful Myraa, but I can always expect that, when I come here, so what more could one possibly say
wamest regards always,
joe -
excellent
Beautiful...rich in imagery...sensitive and sincere....love the poem - envy the love....thanks for sharing.
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there are few words to describe the beauty of your refined poetry - in a class of its own - very well written poem Myra - lovely indeed ~ Happy Holidays, Brian
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I am so glad to have stumbled into your library. This is one of the best pieces I've read at this site, you have a wonderful style and command of form. I look forward to reading more of your work. Happy Christmas and New Year, Myra!
best regards from Canada,
Bonnie Adams -
As always, your poems pull all my senses in. Beautiful sensory thughts you have created. I see healing in these words.
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Gorgeous weave designed with only YOUR special threads and golden needles!
How deep. The last reminds me of the hidden , and then revealed Christ Child in Whose path we will follow. Lovely to and fro kind of timing!
Polish, as usual...hand picked by our Lady of poetry
Thank you for the flame of your words.
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I simply love "Lavender"...wonderful imagery
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Myra*rose*
Oh my, this is *beyond beautiful*!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sure Lute loved this
Happy holidays,
Karen
p.s. lovely picture
Edited on Dec 22, 5:15 p.m. because ''. -
I want to applaud you for your generousity in writing odes to the muses of poets....How sweet of you!!!
Please keep writing more....
Muse
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yay! Thanks for the invite... Im gonna go and read it a few more times now... By the way... thank you for the beautiful comment on "I Walked Through God"... funny thing is... I consider myself an atheist... as an I dont be lieve in a "the" or particular god, but it was truly an absolutely spiritual poem.
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oooooh Lute is sure to twitter and topple in these beautiful words, and no doubt take a sunbath in their clear sparkle.
And when he is finished bathing,
he will sit by the pool and preen
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Myra! This is so lovely, and I anxiously awaited more, and . . . I am not disappointed! Wow! This is romance in full bloom beneath a ripe, taunting moon, and I can envision a heated dance beginning, just after the embrace . . . See, you're not finished yet. LOL! I want more! This is too beautiful. Don't stop now; you've only begun Love's Tango! Will be waiting . . . Love to you! Pen on!--Kel
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Coming from you, Horus, I am muchly honored! Thank you, Poet
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Thank you for reading, Tamara ... so good to see you! Hugs.
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Wee, at least you know how to use an ellipses. lol. this piece was simply splendid, all the way around. From its subjects to its structure to its wonderful way of making me interested in it.
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the gentle curve of love and longing....
nice to have you refresh my mind again!
Happy Honika
Tamara -
Thank you for reading, Poets ... and yes, Monkie - there's more: only SHE knows what ...
Much respect and love, too ...
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Oh my...... this developed nicely.......... there's a lot of layers to this as you are the master thereof. Very, very nice. What a poetic tone/voice to it. Smooth, wonderful progression of subject.... there's more?...... lol........... This can end here....it can be a book of love.... it's the galaxy of heart, purity and sensitivity.
It's your soul we see here..... beautiful, sensitve and full of love to the very brim.
much respect and love,
Don -
Awwh this is sweet Myra, a nice and lovely piece dear, hopefuly dreams and love is blessed and they are soaring high.
Hugs,Sherry
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"dressed in the heart of his desire"........ very spirtual tone to it. I can't say much but this feels like an excellent poem on the way... nice beginning.
Don -
Wow! And, what an entrance! LOL! Beautiful imagery, so few words, yet so much said. A creative prelude, like the first dance. Will be waiting . . . Love to you!--Kel
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what an entrance..
"he's been waiting for the rustle of her dress
..and there she is:"
the most simplistic lines of the poem are the most powerful, in my eyes anyway.
sounds truly like a love at first sight situation, i loook forward to reading the continuation of this one..
john -
only the entrance? does that imply that theres more to come?
I hope so, it almost feels like a cliff hanger.
I can sense the sweeling of his emotion the catch of his breath in his throat as she comes into view... the sweeping breeze that passes as he takes in her glow...
I hope there's more... let me know, will you?
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Beautiful imagery
What a beautiful image, you build up the reader's visual nicely. I especially like:
"pure pictorial art
dressed in the heart
of his desire"
- Very effective, it gives the poem a completely different meaning. Well written and well done.
lynn xXx
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