INTERLUDE
For that moment…
Your name was mine
And you opened doors for me
As you communed with my eyes
To finest textures of sky blue, indulgent panoply
Across the cool measure of gleaming marble squares.
Past hand-rubbed antiquities in stark contrast to the
Reflection of embrace, anew in the glaze
And right angled expanse of bloated clouds
Backdrop hung heavy at dusk above the city-scaped mural.
Our ears oblivious to the din of traffic gnarled below
Privileged only to the symphonies
Two hearts compose in the sway and swirl
Of bubbly crystalline
Effervescence, yet to be imbibed.
The poetry and intrigue of tone on tone
Expanses… pristine, and crisply white,
painstakingly made,
A Godiva mine, boasting infinite numeric count.
The world at a standstill, hearts raced
Atop mountains of eider fluff, regal stripes
And complimenting crewel, rich in
The delicate swag of emotional embroidery
Ardently appliquéd in that evocative fantasy
As eyes shouted spirituals,
Your warmth melted winter’s curbside chill
And nothing else really mattered
But the now.
Taylor Ryan
February 27, 2007
Copyright.Taylor Ryan2007
((Hugs and LOve)) ~SilentDream
i love the elegance of your writings...they are silken tapestries
and thank you for your appreciative reviews
Hugs
God bless you
Ch'erie
Still blushing.....
~Butch
Yes, seize the “now”!
Love,
Alexandra*
love,
Myrna
I think you have to delete some!
Not sure what they expect when too many emails are here....
I loved your imagery here!
Great feeling throughout!
This is a gem for me to treasure Foreverrrrrrrrr!
YOu shared so much tenderness!
Thank you TAy for sharing your Soul!
I love your style -delicate and eloquent -
PEACE and Warm HuGs, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Nothing ever really matters except the now. May we make of it everything it is.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
peace,
Joselyn
Love Tinka
Your word usage is so exquisite my friend. I love the romance of your poem. It's so gentle and soothing. It personifies the heart, pride and soul that you put into your writing.
Ardently appliquéd in that evocative fantasy"
just luv those lines as well as the entire poem ...
Regis
Your lines carry me into the world of ultimate loving.
Should your poem be put to music, it would be a wonderful opera.
And, I ask, from whence cometh all of this from fair maiden?
- Bill