Spellbound and loving it, heaven deep in thought
Holding on to a memory in a fisted clutch and caught
Sucking up the essence of every breath you took
Lapping with a gentle tide , a page turns in the book
Feathered brush strokes along this ebb...with pulses holding hands
Passions paint in bolder strokes ...a new chapter makes a stand
Ebbing with a fine line as bonded pleasure grows
Supernatural fissures as breathless love reposes
Heaven sent this miracle and opened up its growth
It brings a smile so generous...a lump grows in my throat
My blood runs with his now as memories ooze to keep
The love of all my lifetime with still waters running deep.
Wishfully beautiful yearning and love that is captured in this poem for all time.
Fee
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 7, 2008
Those still waters do indeed run deep at times . . . Treacherously deep at times . . . Nothing about this piece is ambiguous . . . Straightforward, laying-emotions-on-the-line kind of stuff, as yours usually is, hardly gives the reader time to catch his breath until the next line overwhelms him . . .
If this is 'The Introduction'
I can't wait to read to conclusion.
Fantastic opening line. . . . .
As with the whole poem.
And that picture - swamps of Southern Georgia?!!?
Doug
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Love, Pierre
I can't wait to read to conclusion.
Fantastic opening line. . . . .
As with the whole poem.
And that picture - swamps of Southern Georgia?!!?
Doug
EXQUISITE lines, exquisite imagery in verse: perfection!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.