L. B. Mek

of Uncertain, vigil’s

 

Enticed first-glimpses igniting, magnetic attractions 

electrified neurons, curating - Spring’s mirages

surfing, youth’s adrenaline of intoxicating - vehemence.

Time’s, muddying tracks have since washed-away 

that first meeting's - once, effervescent scenes

as now Winter’s colours: paint reminiscing’s - silhouettes.

 

Treasured one, I sit inking

my anxiety’s musings - a daily routine

soothing efforts - to ease, yearning’s aches

my feet itch, like Ezra’s ‘Merchant's Wife’

they-fight-to-hasten

our reuniting’s: idyllic scenes.

 

Though, at times - pacing steps, are anchored

to doubt-enveloped stagnancy, pensive

what if Li Bai’s – lengthier, original

had a sombre meaning: how much

was lost in translation?

 

 

© L. B. Mek

January 2020

Comments3

  • Fay Slimm.

    A mesmeric rendering of love's first addictions L.B. - and in your own style of imagery so well worth adding to my list of favourites.

    • L. B. Mek

      once again, I can only express my sincere gratitude for your generosity and time, dear Fay
      this write is a little special, because the original poem that inspired me is one of my all-time fav's:
      'And we went on living in the village of Chōkan:
      Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.'
      ..
      'The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
      The paired butterflies are already yellow with August'
      (the day I write poetry
      with 1/10 of the meaningful, integrity
      imbued into these lines
      I will have climbed the mount Everest of my life)

    • Teddy.15

      truly magnificent.

      • L. B. Mek

        truly: very kind!
        thank you

      • Neville


        I really dont think I need to tell you how good this is L.B ..
        this is one of those that I really wish I had written myself and no kiddin ...

        ... Neville

        • L. B. Mek

          well, its only natural that once - in a millennia of moons
          even an egg can hatch something different
          and show a chicken something worthwhile..
          thank you for the generous comment my friend, very kind - as always



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