Yes, I knew her once
yes, of love I now
both profess and do speak
I tasted her essence
and drank of her pure
as she stretched
herself out upon
the very lining
of my heart
so trusting
and rare
sprawling and elegant
was her
tumble to time
arrayed in such
innocence
never tasted
prior in time
ah yes, think not I pray
that I've forgotten the passion
that once burned and blazed
in the loins of my heart
for erased never
shall the memory stay
fresh beyond fresh
as she kissed me each day
the entrance of love
oh yes,
I remember the day
my heart leaped
like a bunny
all painted in glee
and soared in the heavens
prior distant to me
alas
the thorn that did burden
my virgin heart of then
was, I knew such a grand thing
could never yes stay
I sadly pronounce
that my fears were yes real
for it vanished in traced memory
like it never was real
but memory
still serves me
the notion and scent
left lingering upon heart
that love yes was real
I then was awoken
now old, on yes in years
a teardrop I felt
hugged closely my eye
as I remembered the year
the glimmer standing tall
then the fall
yes the fall
so dramatic all in all
that stole such a thing
away, from yes, me
'twas it a memory or
dream
I fumble now a bit
'twas a dream
no a memory
I watched it
then flee.....
Kind of lost for words Rodney. But this reminds me of my old girlfriend for some reason. Of course my wife might say, why you thinking of her. Then I put the blame on Rodney.
Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2003
someone once wrote that memories are the theatre of the mind, no matter how much pian one finds within these memories, these dreams, with time it is the pleasure that also lies within them that leaves its mark most vibrantly. Once again I am captured by your work, the turn of phrase, the depth and the eloquence. Mal.
this hurt, so felt...so, well, In honesty, yes, memory or dream... Oh, your heart open and, well...many, sigh, I am afraid will much relate...
((rodney)))
love lost is so hard and then...then...well, oh, you seem so much more positive, in a way...than I could wish to be, Oh, but then, I am so much the opposite of positive, at times...Bless That Dreaming 'Bunny' Heart...Always Shared! you amaze!!!
YES! painfully, you amaze...as we feel our own losses as we feel yours, strange, how that works, yet...your honesty moves one , so....
Thank YOU!
what a heart !!!!
I am glad you once knew such love, reminds me of the love my father had for my mother, did my mother love my father, yes, but in a different sort of way, I think she is more like I am, comfortable, predictable of reactions, at least you know when to run and hide, and when to know when your allowed to laugh,,,deeply hertfelt, may you know love like you deserve once more in joureny of amny paths.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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((rodney)))
love lost is so hard and then...then...well, oh, you seem so much more positive, in a way...than I could wish to be, Oh, but then, I am so much the opposite of positive, at times...Bless That Dreaming 'Bunny' Heart...Always Shared! you amaze!!!
YES! painfully, you amaze...as we feel our own losses as we feel yours, strange, how that works, yet...your honesty moves one , so....
Thank YOU!
what a heart !!!!
Candy
Absolutely an excellent write
William