My corporeal nature blushes
as your unmannered smile beholds my transience:
ruddy and timid, clothed before you.
Billowing of the milk lapped from orchid's lip,
a single utterance cracks late beneath my tongue:
"Emanation does not faint but for your Light Heart,
toward which all splendor peregrinates Home..."
but rather I awe, hushed—
unwilling or unable
to disgrace your beatitude
with the poverty of words.
I sip your noble impermanence,
which harks an efflorescing hum:
“Lightly, darling, lightly…”
…and at once my yoke is blithe,
with neither need nor want to speak—
for articulation is a mere contrivance
beyond which Love remains Itself.
In a list
A contest entry
- gentleness: by Nicolette.
950 points, ended June 1, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - gentleness: invite only by Nicolette.
950 points, ended June 2, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you for this golden cup, Nicolette! A truly gentle contest. With my accumulated points, I plan on hosting a contest with my Lover on the mastery of creative language use. I do hope you'll enter!
Thank you, once more.
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I just saw your contest, Jen...it's beautiful and I hope I can write something
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Wonderful poetry..
Thank you for this entry, Jen.
~ Nicolette
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"but rather I awe, hushed—
unwilling or unable
to disgrace your beatitude
with the poverty of words."
When love is this beautiful, this gentle; when two people love like this it is indeed beyond words... but you have found it.
I really liked this: it's unique, refreshing and it has such a classical feel about it...reminded me of the poets of yesteryear... that respect that existed between lovers and found itself into the poetry books we still enjoy today. Sometimes our words fail us..and then it's just that "sweet silence inbetween" that can truly articulate the depth, the softness. Beautiful poetry, Jen - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Indeed, silence is the only expression. And you're quite right, my odes are sentiments of the utmost respect: that of undying admiration and awe. Sometimes I can't believe I've found it, Nicolette.
Thank you for your kind comments, as always dear.
jen
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"with neither need nor want to speak—
for articulation is a mere contrivance
beyond which Love remains Itself."
This is an absolutely gorgeous poem
And so true..I love your poetry..so unique and such a pleasure to read..I have read most of your odes to your lover & they are all so beautiful
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"…and at once my yoke is blithe,
with neither need nor want to speak—
for articulation is a mere contrivance
beyond which Love remains Itself."
It is difficult to realize, as Poets, that language fails us dismally when we attempt to describe our truest, deepest feelings. That is...until now. This is stunning work, my Friend. Good luck in Nic's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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I find, ironically, that only silence truly can say it all. Thank you so much, Wanda, for your continual support and kind words.
Jen
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