“Better a silly girl with a flower
than a silly boy with a horse and a stick”
Jocelyn to William in the film, “A Knight’s Tale”
I show my love:
burying my face in a flower,
breathing deep her intoxicating scent.
Twirling her skirts against my chin,
my eyes – as if behind a Spanish fan –
smile their agreement.
You strut and parry,
flex muscle, salute, draw sword;
grizzled heads lie strewn on bloodied fields –
YOUR triumphs: sign that I’m adored.
Amass your trophies;
lay them at my feet –
but I want none of them,
telling me that your love’s complete.
The wind is my witness;
the flower’s secret wisdom I have shared:
true love is petals lost upon the breeze –
worthless tokens demonstrating
that you really care.
I'm a fan of the movie. Kate, with this write, you capture that search for something deeper than face-value. That very idea is the heart of romance. Hugs,
Sheila
Oh, Kate. This is w o n d e r f u l. Love everything about it!!
Thank you for creating and posting this lovely offering. Most
of all, for being y o u . Happy Holidays!! 'Pea' <3 --- N: Great
pic on your bio page. Whatadoll!!
A very nice view of your thoughts on love and romance...enjoyed this nice poem of yours...
Art Sun.....
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2006
Dear Kate,
A magnificent poem about the disconnect that, sometimes, occurs between the Yin & Yang. As for me, I would much rather have those "petals lost upon the breeze".
This poem has a gentle floating feeling, with bright images,
I adore the surrealness of the final stanza, it has a dreamy quality.
Class work. Knight Kate..
she;the exalted domina--the commanding "mistress" of the affair;
he was but her servus--a lowly but faithful servant.
sublime and sensual intimacy of a 12 century courting love...gone sour...
Boy~ do men get off easy now. or what?
Smiles!
Captures the vagaries of love, from the middle ages to now. And have we ever improved on these old/odd courting measures? (Check on modifier: did "my eyes" actually "twirl her skirts"?)
This does induce images of white knights, fair maidens and the days when poetry was the norm to romance. I love it Kate and think you have really challenged the critics if you had any to find anything to critique in this write. Well formated, well laid out, and well written. Lovely.
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Missed you KB xoxoxxo
Ch'erie
Sheila
Thank you for sharing your heart!
WArmly,Sheeexoox
Thank you for creating and posting this lovely offering. Most
of all, for being y o u . Happy Holidays!! 'Pea' <3 --- N: Great
pic on your bio page. Whatadoll!!
Art Sun.....
A magnificent poem about the disconnect that, sometimes, occurs between the Yin & Yang. As for me, I would much rather have those "petals lost upon the breeze".
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love Tinka
I adore the surrealness of the final stanza, it has a dreamy quality.
Class work. Knight Kate..
Aberjhani
he was but her servus--a lowly but faithful servant.
sublime and sensual intimacy of a 12 century courting love...gone sour...
Boy~ do men get off easy now. or what?
Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
This is magic to grip the mind and the heart. - Bill
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Brett
Rusty