I suffered from that sylvan smile
she wore that day upon the stile,
within the forest’s golden glade,
where we had sat to share the shade.
That day of love’s first tender kiss,
when I was blessed and burnt by bliss,
I suffered, in her cruel caress,
from shape so stunning in that dress!
For in my deepest heartache’s core,
her face, I knew, I’d see no more
within this vale of broken dreams
where soul-destroying, savage streams
do wash away, with heartless flood,
the girls, who have beguiled our blood,
but like the Buddha taught in youth:
‘to suffer is a noble truth!’
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2021 06:11
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Brilliant!
but dear poet: in those quite hours of quested self-discovery, exists a promise for those who 'choose' to hope:
'our understanding of those same causes to suffering, pave a path to attaining relief from - our suffering'
and a clue
as to how we can avoid having to endure such suffering when traversing those future hurdles that inevitably, await
Thank you, LB. This is a reflective poem evoked by the feelings I had many years ago when I had lost love. By some kind of grand miracle she was returned to me, 32 years later! She was older, but to me, she seemed the same! It all ended well, but those feelings have to come out, I suppose.
it seems you've found your 'happily ever-after' and are treasuring your fortunate fate (however epic its tale and belated, its arrival)..
Happy Birthday! dear poet
hope you have and your loved ones
have good health and a peaceful place
to call home, all year long
Beautifully written, Kevin.
Thanks, Jerry
Super write Kevin, we all suffer.
Andy
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