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Marooned

Missing image
Marooned now from your touch,
contact through poetry must suffice.
Imagery and voice live to tell,
how badly I long for your embrace.
Lost am I in muted ecstasy.

Memories retouching life,
I imagine your hand,
curling down my back,
arching to meet you,
rise I ...................

Ecstasy moored now in dream.
Your breath upon my cheek.
Ah truly you are here now,
filling every empty space inside,
redesigning molecules respond.

My thirst for you knows no limit.
Catapults me into joyous blush
as adorns a peach in summers clime.
I awaken slaked and treasured.
Oh how I miss you here.



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  • Bruce silver member
    July 17

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    I don't believe I've read this one before! It's positively lovely! Your annoying critic found it difficult to come up with any criticism, but he did question whether, in the last line of stanza two, you meant to say "Rise I" or "Rise!".


    • Draig aine gold member
      July 18
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      oh most beloved annoying critic

      yes rise I !! in my dreams no?


  • Serenity-words
    July 6

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    Ahhh Memoirs of a Gesia, my favorite movie.
    This is beautiful, the vocabulary is breathtaking. I loved it.
    Favorite lines
    "Ecstasy moored now in dream.
    Your breath upon my cheek.
    Ah truly you are here now,
    filling every empty space inside,
    redesigning molecules respond"

    ~Serenity

  • Bob Fox
    May 1

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    Pleasure

    Strange how we seek pleasures from a line or two. ..Wrapped in nothing but the beauty of your flesh. I dine upon your treasures ,feast upon your breast . And every passing night I wish upon a star. waiting for my lady. So near and yet so far.


    • Draig aine gold member
      May 1

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      my humble thanks and a grin!

      lovely words my friend, this was my homage to Edna St Vincent Millays poem Dream, the contest I just ran on women poets jogged my memory and I dusted this off and dragged it out, Often times as we grow older or become separated by time or space from those we love the memory comes back to haunt us a bit, I am glad you enjoyed

      Namaste


  • Peripatetic gold member
    March 15

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    The poem is sensual without cliche, erotic without being explicit. This makes the poem very accessible to a diverse audience of readers as we think of, remember or only imagine relationships made poignant with absence.
    The understatement, the sense of things not said but understood between the author and her lover reminds me of Japanese love poems which I have read in translation.
    I also recall my joy and that of my shipmates for receiving poems like this on those occasions when we were able to get mail or telegrams on our extended patrols. It is romantic and touching all the more for having known its ilk during an exciting period of my life.


  • BellaD
    January 13
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    Wow!

    I actually got chills reading this. So powerfully sensual. A delight to read.


  • Swan song gold member
    January 13

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    You dear painted a picture of love that sent shivers through my spine. Your soul and spirit kind of flowed in this love poem.

    rise I to meet your thrust.
    To me this was the only line that did not fit.

    I encourage you to keep on in this endeavor
    you have a voice all your own and I would continue with this style.

    Nothing short of Awesome Anne!!!!!!

    • Draig aine gold member
      January 13
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      ypur righ about that phrase

      amended it , and nowI will rework it again my humble thanks

      Annie


  • Malabu
    January 10

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    hi... i believe you might have over looked the list of forbidden words...ie; 'touch' is on the list and in your first line
    mal

  • Judith Chandler
    December 31, 2008
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    sorry but your write contains no connection all with January.

    DQ.


  • Fritz O skennick gold member
    December 18, 2008

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    Aww... so sweet...

    So full of desire, yearning & reflection...
    Couldn't help but be touched by the sheer depth of the piece...
    Outstanding!!!
    Well done!!!


    • Draig aine gold member
      December 18, 2008
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      thank you my friend

      he ia my world, but he is of the world, sand in his shoes he travels the world hanging on to ice cliffs, climbing mountains, running rapids, crossings deserts, a man of another time and world, but when we are together it is so dear, and I ilve me own life , tied to the earth my sheep and goats, my art and writing, two souls alwasy connected and yet free

      hugs dear brother

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