Gene - Anguished poem of loss powerfully expressed.
His cosmos
is diminished to the power
of minus one
Time and life give only to take away that which it
robbing him
of the laughter that animated a multitude
of images now nearly obscured
in the recollection
of the last night
he knocked at her door,
Gene, after the intriguing first lines, I felt the painful chasm of loss. Although writing creates a timeless world and brings past images back to life. I love the "heartbeats that travel a circuitous route to fingertips that tap away the centuries".
And in her memory she arrives…the veil of love
Caressing the heart still in love with her…Beautiful-yet so sorrowing within the emotion of it’s reality spent upon decades of that space in the heart unfulfilled to it’s entirety…did she love another…sigh…and I would wonder her thoughts...Upon “Hollow Dreams”….
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
ageless and timeless are descriptors that couple with emotions to loves, current and past, or across the millennia -- we anguish and then capture a flight of resolve, for the moment -- consequence is the impassioned side of love -- I only ask myself in which millennia did she capture your fancy -- this work left me with impressions and questions overwhelming my imagination -- another marvelous read Gene - peace and love friend -- Jon Michael
What we leave behind may not be what we had thought, but you inspire haunting dreams of pleasantries, Gene. Hmmmm...a reply to this poem may be in the making :o)
Blessings and Love - Micke
The smell of ancient frankincense infiltrates my olfactory when I read this poetry...how "she" eludes us at one time or another in our lives...lovelust is ageless and timeless in its coupling just as full of dreams as the Earl Grey in the tea boxes...unvarnished euphoria resides here bringing the silhouettes to life of these characters...this one haunts in the "silvered" mirrors of antiquity, Gene...
'Her face radiant with the love her lips transfer to his... and haunt him still in hollow dreams'-----------BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
I love your transitions stanza-to-stanza. Your words are beautiful. Your use of the word "hollow" intrigues me as it relates to dreams "not filled/fulfilled." What woman would not want to be this one - the kind of woman that haunts.
Gene,
This is wise romance, romance on a universal scale, universal experience with underlying passion and longing and memory. And this is beautifully written.
Dear Gene: I like your poem. But did you know that time does not exist? Only change. Want to play semantics? want to slug it out?I like the beginning. It draws the reader in. in reality, I believe that no one canhide fromthe fact that "time is a thief." that's why we're all so crazy. Ah, love poetry. Romance. Where has it gone (for me?). Change is a thief. For one thing, it's taken certain body parts down to , well, just down. Lovely poem, G. But you know what? I think the title doesn't fit. Your dreams are anything but hollow. julie
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His cosmos
is diminished to the power
of minus one
Time and life give only to take away that which it
robbing him
of the laughter that animated a multitude
of images now nearly obscured
in the recollection
of the last night
he knocked at her door,
Axilea
Caressing the heart still in love with her…Beautiful-yet so sorrowing within the emotion of it’s reality spent upon decades of that space in the heart unfulfilled to it’s entirety…did she love another…sigh…and I would wonder her thoughts...Upon “Hollow Dreams”….
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and Love - Micke
Love,
Sage
That special spark is still there, Old Man. This yearning through sweet t memories and you tell it so vividly. Top notch writing!
Great write!
Georg
This is wise romance, romance on a universal scale, universal experience with underlying passion and longing and memory. And this is beautifully written.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and ove, Karla.
Carole~
VERY GOOD WRITE WITH WELL DONE IMAGERY ABOUT ONE DEALING WITH A BROKEN HEART. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS.
JOYCE* HIS INSPIRATIONS
Glenda