RECALLING
We leant upon the cold damp stone
where mosses grew
and ferns emerged from crevices
and saw the lighted window panes
through filigree of waving boughs
that whispered in the breeze.
Beneath the pallid peach stained sky
in ecstasy our parted lips
sought solace in a firm embrace
as we recalled with nervous breath
the distant day when first we met
behind the distant panes.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Beautiful words Michael and wonderful memories.
I bet you had fun with that swan!
Andy
Thanks Andy. yes it took a bit of working out but didn't quite get the reflections right although they do work in terms of balance.
Good write and pic M.
Fido won't let me have too much ''ecstasy'! lol.
Keep taking the pills O
Or rather, I can't RECALL if Fido said that or not.
Before i start to read, I have to compliment you on a cracking picture today M.E. The reflections are just fine mate and absolutely necessary. Next pic of a naked lady rising out of water please (in same style) and in the watery reflections add a ripple to a nipple.
Great poetry with a sombre sadness contained.
Thanks for your kind words dusk - now a rising lady sounds good - I'll see what I can do.
That's a lovely poignant piece Michael, time measured against place, another homonymy in the distant allowing age to appear. Love unmeasured.
Yes that Swan is fantastic. Good artistry my ftiend.
J
Thanks for looking in and for your kind comments on both counts.
Michael your stylish verses always leave me with wanting more and today's helping of remembered romance is no exception - -great read and fantastic artwork again.
what a seamless flow of remembrance, exquisitely depicting a treasured 'first' inside a memory of everyday occurrence, thereby articulating the wonder: in each moment spent within love's embrace,
a beautiful read and picture Michael,
also appreciated your correlative use of nature in first stanza and love in second - both stand alone, yet innately complimentary: as if saying 'it's only natural to love' - without so much as a hint, wonderful poetry
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