Come Back.
Perhaps the tumultuous love
we shared before
before will be soon resumed
breaking months
of lonely into lucid excitement
as fate becomes
drenched in emotional rises
and ebbs die
with fervent persistence.
Spliced together at last old
vows made in turbulent waters
could leave tidal shallows
and find rest from clamorous
union for binding new
to sense of time we should then
live better without
vibration of constant termagant.
So come back in sight over
the horizon my fisherman's boat
I no longer haggle and
for you I am hungry
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Thanking you kindly dear Orchi
I can damn near taste the salt as I hit these keys .. this is magnificent Fay .. a proper poem of love and longing ....... x
You are more than most generous dear amigo - - so so pleased could relate to the metaphors used in this rather verbose piece of reflection on a rather stormy love-life...............x
This oceanic metaphor for a relationship is so apt for what you're describing.
The way this bond is being described as "tumultuous" and "clamorous" gives so much weight to your poem.
I think this is something that many people can relate to, not just in romantic relations, but also platonic ones, too.
My stepmother tends to be this "termagant" that you've pictured above.
This is divine.
Yes the scene could be the result of any semi-rumbustious relationship I do agree my friend. A load of thanks for your enthusiastic and very supportive in -put dear Rocky
Wonderful longing words Fay.
Andy
Thanking you very much for your visit and comment dear Andy.
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