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Nonchalant
each tear a note
a forgotten love song
that haunts the soft of night
before dreams escape
to where we danced
our dance in each other’s eyes
and the music was born
the verse of life in rhyme
footsteps searching the forever
and finding eternity’s promise
until the shadows refrain
where love fell victim to death
and the heresy of happiness
I wrap myself in these
wisps of illusion,
until dawns lonely melody
awakens the missing of you.
A new post by you is a
A new post by you is a special occasion, and this striking display of mastery and plunging emotion is no exception.
From "each tear a note" to "awakens the missing of you" I was spellbound, and I mean that honestly. The way you captured the complexity, the exquisite highs and merciless lows, the dizzying, farcical, beautiful saga of romance, was all too real and convincingly crafted. The title sparkled as well, adding a sardonic and deeply sad note to your astonishing expression.
A work of truth and a work of genius (they are one and the same).
My amazement and respect!
I thank you for your
I thank you for your enthusiasm, and generous critique. I am always overwhelmed when actual poets such as yourself find favor with my writing. Again, my sincerest thanks.
Stephen's comment directed me
Stephen's comment directed me to this poem, and I am might glad I did. This poignant resonance of this poem is so powerful that, while reading it, I felt the wind had been knocked out of me. This poem speaks volumes to me about two periods in my life, in the same year (1976)---and, reading through the poem, I felt that old emotion climb back into my throat, as if I had stepped into a time machine. I do not know the provenance of the poem, and it is really none of my business, but I can assure that---for this reader---this poem becomes a very personalized statement of emotions that swept through me during the summer after I turned eighteen.
Starward
Thank you Starward, I
Thank you Starward, I appreciate such positive feedback from an educated writer such as yourself. I mainly write for my own pleasure, good or bad, to share with myself a different direction in life, but to be able to reach, and promote memories, happy or sad, in another person, is utterly satisfying, and am amazed at the reception my words have received over the years. thank you again, and good writing to you Sir.