Ocean Away, Poet's Heart, Plucking Petals (poem) by Vivian L Dawson on AuthorsDen

Ocean Away, Poet's Heart, Plucking Petals
by Vivian L Dawson → (All Poetry by Vivian L Dawson)
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Plucking the Petals... ritual of Victorian girls..myths, legends or folklore of magnetic radiance with dreams of romance, truth to discover..one by one, love me, love me not. I, who would write the poems, stilled in silence, likened to blue sadness of the daisies, petals all still there...thoughts compromised...lines waiting to be written...you somewhere, me here. Memories sense you everywhere, phones nearby...Oh! voice to hear...what are you doing, where are you now?, An ocean away, still? We started out with dancing fun...but into my heart you came... now my body of womanly desires aches to hold you in my slumber. Can't seem to put down my quilled pen, the words like mulled wine in my mind..can't seem to release the scent to paper, a poet's nightmare, but ever to embellish you in my dreams, my forbidden love, promised to another. Blue, like the daisies, was my Lady...Pensive in thoughts...When we had to let go. Now...but a soul mate to forever be...of my very secret memoirs.

Reviewed by Mike Mirabella (Reader)

Reviewed on May 22, 2011

its harder,but better to have loved and lost

Reviewed by Cliff Long (Reader)

Reviewed on May 14, 2011

Dream lovers, forbidden love, society says. Plucking the petals, he loves me he loves me not. I'll send you a bouquet, To brighten your day, and to give you more choices. Yes or no, maybe so, maybe later, perhaps in your dreams. You say you live for love. Love comes in many forms black-and-white, sometimes blue others yellow. find a fellow, let your dreams make it so.

Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)

Reviewed on May 3, 2011

ACHING HEART, SECRET DESIRES...MEMORIES...AND PAIN LOVE UNFULFILLED.
KEEP GOING VIVIAN YOUR WORK IS WONDERFUL...ANNA

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on May 2, 2011

A Beautiful write indeed as the picture is so elegant great poem Laura

Reviewed by Joy Hale

The forbidden love, blue like the daisies... color your heart with your words. Secret desires , secret memoirs... all held within... in deep places! Hauntingly beautiful!! Much Love, Joy Hale

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Blue, like the daisies, was my Lady...Pensive in thoughts...When we had to let go. Now...but a soul mate to forever be...of my very secret memoirs.

These sentiments "speak" right into my soul and I can relate completely, Vivian. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,

Regis