With sanctions steeped in pensiveness,
or spoke in foreign tongues,
These worldly gifts of wistfulness,
may surface first as puns.
Love tarries long, through well-trod lands,
scales mountains - one by one.
Then sheds new light, like silk-spun strands,
reflecting gold of suns.
I slowly trace those well-worn trails,
knocked down by some of yore,
Or open up the wounds from nails,
while hung - like Him before.
My searching hands then grasp my heart,
I’m living … that’s for sure!
And breath from me shall not depart,
until love shines no more.
Laying down in fields of green,
I stop to rest awhile,
My love drifts ghostly - like a dream,
I feel it curve my smile!
Vistas spread before my thoughts,
like fodder I ensile.
Off-the-beaten path I’m caught,
while new maps I compile.
© 2008 Joy A. Burki-Watson
Author notes
... the sense of love is a adventure that will not let this poet rest!
A contest entry
- Show me the Light inside of your Muse by None But Nim.
900 points, ended July 7, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Long may you run...!
for this is your true journey in life, and hence, it's purpose...you are a beautiful dreamer, spinning tales that remind of intricate spider webs adorned with morning dew...long may you run my friend
John
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Great work here
You have penned a winner for sure here a most enjoyable write
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You've captured the very essence of love of life in perfect rhyme and meter and thus my adoration. Your talent for producing these wonderful pieces knows no bounds. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Your thoughts and dreams of love and life are like the wilderness, mine are like swamps.
I see the love here as a broader one, not just romantic love, but of life, of the highs and the lows, the experiences you've had.
I like the formal English, as you know, it would get boring all the time but it's fun sometimes, to play with different styles. I sometimes think it helps with rhyming poetry, but I'm certainly no expert there.
The love of love, there's a possible sub-title, for the poem exudes that joy of the pursuit.
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This is sucha pretty piece-- so detailed. I love the images-
"Then sheds new light, like silk-spun strands, reflecting gold of suns"
Amazing work. I wish you the best of luck
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