I think of you when spring
lurches into summer
and I can taste your brine
blended with chlorine
and coconut suntan oil
and if I squint
I can see you
on the sugared sand
trembling in rising heat
like a fevered dream,
like the dune grass,
like a mist at dawn,
like smoke before the wind
disintegrates you.
Is it your scream that lingers
down the years
or the sea roar
or my heartbeat,
or a seagull ,
or a freight train,
or an artillery shell,
or a banshee come
to warn me of your loss?
I so loved you
that when I walked,
I walked with heroes and angels;
I spoke with bodhisatvas,
sufi mystics, druids,
and with saints.
But when I touched you,
light as linen,
soft as silken, dappled dreams,
you were,
you are,
you never ceased to be.
Author notes
Love is tragic, courageous, and transcending. I don't know how to say this, so I just tried.
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When I'm in the right mood, this makes me cry.
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What a sweet thing to say. Thank you.
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I think you've said it, Mac - and said it exceedingly well. This poem is one of the best love poems I've read on AP.
Excellent work,
Bill
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Thank you, friend. Your opinion means a lot to me.
Mac
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This is a very moving poem. I liked in particular 'I so loved you
that when I walked,
I walked with heroes and angels'
The imagery of the first fourteen lines is potent with sensory involvement, and the wistful, ephemeral dissolve of the ending is somehow soothing.
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I'm glad you could feel this poem. Like you, I try to write courageously.
Mac
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