There he sits, my wooden man, as perfect as can be;
A handsome face and strong body! I’m awed; I sigh, softly.
He’s so faultless, in every way, his beauty moves my heart.
He’s calm, refined, and so handsome, he’s far more than just art.
To my mind, he’s not made of wood; alive, cool breath he’ll hold,
Beyond his body there does beat, gold heart, placid and cold.
I love him so, I love him so, my wooden man so dear!
Yet suddenly, my heart does sway; there’s something I can hear.
Upon the chilling winter wind, voices drift now to me;
I hear two lovers, by the lake, they laugh, careless, happy;
Icy cold, I move my hands, about to block my ears;
Yet suddenly, my eyes look up, I see the man appear.
He’s on the shore, with his lover, his hair’s of molten gold;
Strong body does now hold her tight, his warm eyes sparkle, bold;
They’re dancing under moonbeams pure, bright waters softly shine,
Reflected in the water calm, their lips softly entwine;
The air is cold, the night is sweet; wild flowers’ scent is strong,
A nightingale perceives the moon, and lifts her voice to song.
Yet suddenly, my heart’s aflame, I’m heated, in a daze,
The waters, once so calm and sweet, do froth and churn, ablaze,
The winter wind does burn and scorch and scorches to my heart;
Why did I ever glimpse this scene, to tear my life apart,
For now I know what I’m missing, I shudder, cry in pain,
My wooden man, so cold, perfect, I’ll never love again;
Foul envy now consumes me whole; I wish that I could be,
In that man’s arms, so safe and warm, and loved, instead of she;
Forever I will be alone, without a lover dear,
Forever, I will walk the earth, in pain, and hurt, and fear,
Perhaps when time has passed and no one ventures to that lake,
I’ll sit alone and dream of him, and wish to never wake.
But no, never, that cannot be, I must break free from here!
I stride across my workroom and break him, my wood man dear,
For now I realise, now I do, he’ll never move my heart,
His beauty is so dead and cold, he’s nothing more than art.
His heart is ice, so cold and hard, like icy ocean lost;
The lover’s heart is warm and deep, like golden honey glossed,
His passion pulses pure as Sun, his eyes shine like the Moon,
If I could feel his lips on mine, I’d die of joy too soon.
There he stands, my lover dear, as free as free can be,
A handsome face and strong body! I’m awed; I sigh, softly.
He’s so gentle, in every way, his passion moves my heart,
He’s kind and brave and loves so true, God’s own great work of art;
To my mind, he’s an angel bright; alive, and oh so bold,
Within his body there does beat a heart for me to hold.
I love him so, I love him so, my real life man so dear!
My heart does burn in sweetest hope, no longer I feel fear;
Upon the honeyed summer wind, the birdsong drifts to me;
I hear the lovers by the lake, and I smile so softly;
For now I know, I know at last, a warm heart is for me,
Once I feel sweet warm lips on mine, I’ll forever fly free
That wooden man was cold as ice; move heart he never could…
For now I know, I know at last, his heart was naught but wood.
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Thanks leander
Sorry if it was a bit long
Have a nice day x -
Well there's quite a lot stuffed in these lines here. Good imagery in fact!
The poem is longer though than what I was looking for, but thank you for the entry!
Leander -
Thanks so much for your kind comment! It brightened my day, I'm glad you could get something out of it!
- Sweet Blue Eyes xx -
wow
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For now I know, I know at last, a warm heart is for me,
Once I feel sweet warm lips on mine, I’ll forever fly free
That wooden man was cold as ice; move heart he never could…"
That honestly took me two read throughs cause I had to get the whole deal...twice.. to make sure and I find it fabulous, the imagery really makes this man come to life. i love it
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Sorry about that..
but thankyou anyway Shannon!
- Summer Moon xx -
Well.. This was more like a story than a poem... I really enjoyed reading this write! KEep up the great work and good luck in my contest!!!
Shannon*Leah -
Thanks Ylova
So sorry, I completely forgot about that! sorry to cause any inconvenience!
thankyou once again for your lovely comment though
Summer xxx -
Amazing imagery and very nicely penned. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. Please mention the contest key in your Author Notes. Thank you.
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really great imagery throughout this piece. the narrative is strange because it feels like it is coming from a young hermit or something because she doesn't know about living love. an interesting idea for a poem.
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Thanks so much for the kind comment, Swim.x!
you always leave such lovely, thoughtful comments on my poems, they really brighten my day! thank you so much once again
Love and Light 
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Words can't explain my emotional response to this poem. It was perfectly laced with endless beauty and happiness that I felt like diving into the scenes you created with such vivid imagery. I can relate to the situation that the girl is in and I hope that, if this is a reflection of you, that you have grown from this experience, and those like this one.
Congratulations - a truly exquisite piece that left me breathless.
Chin up,
Swim.x -
omg.. beautiful.. This is stunning and so brilliant. Your writing is absolutely exquisite and fantastic. This poem is everything and anything one can be, this is really good and so truthful, I love this.
-RoseDaughter-
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