she softly whispered “i’m so lonely”
but i could not imagine why it was so
she attracted me like moth to flame
and i knew it must be so for many men
she met face to face from time to time
she shone so brightly, from inside out
and spoke bold, candied words of love
that ignited the flames of my passion
it was after contemplation i realized
she was selective of who was allowed
to come near her incomparable heart
she could not offer her surrender to
anyone who could not match her desire
and parallel the beauty of her spirit
hers was a large vision and expectation
one larger than life, scary to some men
i wanted to pull her much closer to me
to taste her warm lips would be heaven
to travel her curves with kisses of fire
and taste the salty sweetness of her skin
but i was not ready to match her depth
i still waded in the shallows of romance
unable to drown my memories and pain
watching afar, grieved by her loneliness
The tragedy on both sides of this equation moves me deeply, Don Juan. Yet you breach this heart-aching chasm with your soul-stirring and soul-baring expressions of longing, empathy and compassion. I love the point of view expressed here - so well and so tenderly. Wonderful and sensitive artistry in your words. Thank you. Kate xx
DJ.
You always have that knack to make a woman feel as though you are writing about her as she reads your stunning poetry.
I agree 100 percent with John. However, being a woman, I have to say, that if you feel that you are not ready to match her depth, you are mighty mistaken, you have the depth of emotion any woman would die to have in their life. So much of this poem, vibrates deeply within my being.
Lovely, lovely, poetry, DJ at his best....
"...she could not offer her surrender to
anyone who could not match her desire
and parallel the beauty of her spirit..."
for me, these lines, DJ, are not by coincidence
at the centre of the poem, they are the central
message, the crux, and to 'match her depth'
as you say later was a challenge many men aren't
ready for; the compassion - not condescension -
in your final line touches me.
This is fine, very fine.
AH...DON, YOU HAVE PRESENTED THIS ISSUE SO ELOQUENTLY. WHAT WISDOM TO KNOW...THAT THERE ARE INDIVIDUALS(MALE AND FEMALE)WHO SEEK AN 'UNORDINARY' KIND OF LOVE. AND THEY ARE SO GRATEFUL FOR PERSONS SUCH AS YOURSELF WHO ACCEPT THEM AS THEY ARE...AND MOVE ON. THE...'LONLINESS'...? HMMMM... PERHAPS EVEN THEIR INTERPRETATION OF THIS IS QUITE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT YOU THINK. WELL DONE, JUAN, AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
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an enjoyable reading Gem.....
Peace be with you
William
Such a poignant write!
Love,
Christine
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Ron
*Don Juan* exalted by your words motivates
one's senses to come out of loneliness!!!!
Lady Vivian
You always have that knack to make a woman feel as though you are writing about her as she reads your stunning poetry.
I agree 100 percent with John. However, being a woman, I have to say, that if you feel that you are not ready to match her depth, you are mighty mistaken, you have the depth of emotion any woman would die to have in their life. So much of this poem, vibrates deeply within my being.
Lovely, lovely, poetry, DJ at his best....
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
anyone who could not match her desire
and parallel the beauty of her spirit..."
for me, these lines, DJ, are not by coincidence
at the centre of the poem, they are the central
message, the crux, and to 'match her depth'
as you say later was a challenge many men aren't
ready for; the compassion - not condescension -
in your final line touches me.
This is fine, very fine.
john
fee
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS