If only I could sit awhile
as once so long ago,
where diamonds sailed a misty stream
and gentle winds did blow.
When soothing tones on air did drift
and hovered on the breeze,
and minutes paused to tarry there
among tall cypress trees.
A sacredness would soon ensue
and rouse my slumbering soul,
bursting forth with brand new thoughts
while rearranging old.
When respect with longing lingers,
new vistas come alive,
so dreamy thoughts, through rosy glass
would then beset my eyes.
If only I could steal a look
into the eyes of thee,
or silent watch you from afar,
your heart would speak to me.
While subtle whispers rode the wind
and breezed into my ear,
reviving any doubts I had,
that you still thought me dear.
The logs that rest within this hearth
were laid there with goodwill,
through Winter's chill or Summer's rain
the warmth remains there still.
Imagine what one glance would do
to stoke what still remains,
somehow I feel, you sense this too
as sure as Joy's my name ...
© 2008 Joy A. Burki-Watson
Author notes
#2 - I fell in love with you! I came to highly adore a musician (singer/songwriter) who would perform annually at an Folk Festival held in a most beautiful setting of ancient oaks and pines along a wonderful river in Florida. He captured my heart and this is a dedication to him!
A contest entry
- PIF forward contest of Rifkins I won gold! by Topaze.
1000 points, ended July 1, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh melancholy moon...
of those days now gone, but in the memory live on...evokes long sleeping country lanes of my own back pages...a very moving and dreamily drifting tale of what we used to be...love this to pieces Joy
John
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What a wonderful tribute! I presume you had a lot of memories writing this one! Thanks for sharing!
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A lovely piece and a wonderful dedication, Thank you for your wonderful entry in my contest.
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I wish more people on AP wrote like this. I mean, I like free verse, I like prose, I like all kinds of writing, but the kind that just flows and shows the beauty of words, as words and not as just meaning or abstraction is so rare on this site, part because folk (me included) don't have the skills, but in part its that obscure reasoning that free verse is, in some odd indefensible way, superior.
Anyway, It is beautiful, and the lilting style is a perfect tribute to the musician you spoke of in your notes. Tributes should fit the personality of the individual being praised...if anyone ever writes one for me it will be completely incomprehensible...and in sticky caps.
I agree with Leo2, certainly should be in the running for the gold.
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This is absolutely gorgeous. You've not only captured my adoration with your talent but you've stolen my voice with your gentle words. Just breathtaking my friend. If this doesn't garner the gold I don't know what will.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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