I found my blue stone
I thought lost
"twas a hue of blue
As deep as the blue sea
Blue as those eyes
That once incarcerated me
Deep within a passion lost.
it found its way
Back to where it belongs
So now I can continue to dream
Dreams are free
No one can take them
Away from me.
That beautiful smile
Still resides
On the loveliness
of your angelic face
crowned by golden hair
loomed by the Gods.
your soft tender lips
I'll once again
Crave to kiss
As I whisper
Naughty nothings
In your ears
GLAD YOU FOUND IT, WILLIAM...GLAD IT BROUGHT BACK MEMORIES THAT HAD LAID PATIENTLY...WAITING...TO BE PROPELLED TO THIS TIME AND PLACE...FOR YOUR PLEASURE. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Who can comprehend memory, but memory itself, seeing as its only memory can truly call to remembrance, what’s there to be remembered. In that case, William, your memory seems to be doing real fine; and so, dream on despite the colors, dream on! Blessings to you!
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Regis
Ron
filled with emotion
Love ya!
Jane
at the blissfully..."ever after".
Delightsome poem!
Thank you William.
Peace be with you,
JMD