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Art "Nature's Embrace"
By Josephine Wall
Circle
By La Belle Rouge
so little left, depleted, done
but still for you I will unbolt
that secret vestibule of heart
you have forever possessed
love on the cryptic threshold
of destinations once traveled
as when soul pledged to soul
arm in arm neath ancient trees
we shared devotion’s whispers
we watched our horses drink
from river’s sculpted cistern
mutual laughter blended well
as did warm desirous breath
a touch, a voice, unique scent
ensconced in memories of our
lavender twilights descending
preludes to indigo midnights
passion enveloped us together
in protected haven of embrace
we believed it would remain
eternally, our perfect affinity
not separated by life or death
so long ago… it seems yesterday
your kisses transported me away
to other forgotten shorelines or
perhaps to futuristic rendezvous
circle now, circle round, My Love
and find me in your arms again
AWEEEE! Such Eloquent Generational Beauty of Nature and Love Belle! My dear, I love the style in which you wrote this Poem! I Want to say/share something more eloquent! As I write and Feel the Spirit of such Trees! They mesmorize me but, I am so sleepy today Sweet Belle! Love this picture( Love transfixes like the long-standing roots that mixes)
BLESSINGS Of PEACE and HARMONY, SOULFUL_PurplePassionsSHEEoxxo
such a poem of remembered love and hope.
Weird how women can remember kisses from long ago.
Blimey, i can nee remember any. once the deed is done its dead and gone, but not to a woman it seems.
"...rendezvous...a touch, a voice, unique scent ensconced in memories of our lavender twilights..." sweet words oozing over bitter memories of abcense to make life more bearable.
LaBelle,
The rich density of thought and expression is handled with ease, the fluency in such sophisticated style uninterrupted; this level is hard to achieve without forcing and there's no forcing here.
In sincere admiration,
John
ps: sorry i haven't been reviewing as regularly as before...can't gain access to the Den nowadays without a struggle and constant breakdowns...nuisance
jf
Circle of love. It never really dies. A transcendent beauty, Belle...Lin
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2010
A touching lover's lament, Belle, written in a style all your own. You grab the reader by the heart with love's intensity and never let go from the first word to the last.
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Deborah
BLESSINGS Of PEACE and HARMONY, SOULFUL_PurplePassionsSHEEoxxo
Weird how women can remember kisses from long ago.
Blimey, i can nee remember any. once the deed is done its dead and gone, but not to a woman it seems.
Georg
GOD BLESS
Tony
The rich density of thought and expression is handled with ease, the fluency in such sophisticated style uninterrupted; this level is hard to achieve without forcing and there's no forcing here.
In sincere admiration,
John
ps: sorry i haven't been reviewing as regularly as before...can't gain access to the Den nowadays without a struggle and constant breakdowns...nuisance
jf
Newfie Hugs, Rose
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Hugs!Jasmin Horst
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Peace, love and light,
Amber "V"