I shall rest mine
I whisper mine words the rest of the way
Hear how I sound, when I whisper I pray
On a seascape called tomorrow
I shall have my last kiss
For there she awaits abreast a high cliff
Swaying like wind dust cross a colored ridge
I searched my lifetime, two times over
In search for her heart pant, to be worn upon mine
I begin my way back into her heart
On a cliff of mystery, sets my bounty of heart
On a landscape unmatched, the same as my heart
I found you, I'll keep you, till time sings no more
Your breath my breath, for now and evermore
For I pour myself within you like yea, fine seasoned old wine
The magic loosened when my hand meets thine
Upon angels wings feet tossed upon lit cloud in sky
I vow and I pledge my last good-bye
I shall shout it from where few men dared to stand
On the seacliffs of California my homeland, last stand
Pinnacle high shall I stand that day,
And exhale my essence upon sunsets day
I'll inhale her magic who knows, who can tell?
Perhaps I'll stand there next year as well
Yet, I shall be where I need be, on that final day
Yes when it cometh......I'll stand there...whispering still...my love...for you evermore,
my Indian Princess standing in tears...
This is beautiful Rodney. I loved the exquisite imagery.
Candida
Reviewed by coni lea harris (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2003
On a cliff of mystery, sets my bounty of heart
On a landscape unmatched, the same as my heart
I found you, I'll keep you, till time sings no more
Your breath my breath, for now and evermore
For I pour myself within you like yea, fine seasoned old wine,, another reason the sea is a friend, (well to me)
Elizabeth,
Good eye! Yes youre right! It escaped not my eye! I merely ALWAYS leave it the way it was first breathed into me...I dont ever edit anything! I know unusual, and sometimes perhaps embarassing as today, yet is the code by which I write, I salute the closenses you feel that your words ring true, I like that! I appreciate your caring eye, and yes, without aid I could find replacement amany for wind.....
Rodney Evan Bohen
Needs some polishing Rod. Too much repitition of the same word within each stanza. Your thesaurus will help you find substitutions. Will be a very good work when you finish.
Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
That's it. Now I'm inspired. I think I'll go write something. Thank you!
Adam
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Needs some polishing Rod. Too much repitition of the same word within each stanza. Your thesaurus will help you find substitutions. Will be a very good work when you finish.
As dark and quiet currents
Beckon me
I only hope
The breakers will be kind
Upon the water's edge
I fear to turn
And face myself
In all my twilight faults
Indifferent ripples
I mirror the accused
Is this who I must be
And dare I wonder
If the sky's deep amber glow
Will be my dusk or dawn
Beautiful poetry Rodney!!
( sorry for adding something as an answer to your write....but it seems to go so nice together.....like sugar and spice......like coca cola and goulash.....lol
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Candida
On a landscape unmatched, the same as my heart
I found you, I'll keep you, till time sings no more
Your breath my breath, for now and evermore
For I pour myself within you like yea, fine seasoned old wine,, another reason the sea is a friend, (well to me)
Reindeer
Good eye! Yes youre right! It escaped not my eye! I merely ALWAYS leave it the way it was first breathed into me...I dont ever edit anything! I know unusual, and sometimes perhaps embarassing as today, yet is the code by which I write, I salute the closenses you feel that your words ring true, I like that! I appreciate your caring eye, and yes, without aid I could find replacement amany for wind.....
Rodney Evan Bohen
Needs some polishing Rod. Too much repitition of the same word within each stanza. Your thesaurus will help you find substitutions. Will be a very good work when you finish.
Adam
~Joseph
Beckon me
I only hope
The breakers will be kind
Upon the water's edge
I fear to turn
And face myself
In all my twilight faults
Indifferent ripples
I mirror the accused
Is this who I must be
And dare I wonder
If the sky's deep amber glow
Will be my dusk or dawn
Beautiful poetry Rodney!!
( sorry for adding something as an answer to your write....but it seems to go so nice together.....like sugar and spice......like coca cola and goulash.....lol
Love
Tinka