you were moved by my soliloquy
but my stageless love was bright
so I fed you paleful lilies
in the gardens of my night
I tried to tongue the sequined rivers
as lonely fell from spaces
warmed you deep in chasmed orchid
soft hedged in eden places
the gypsy of you would not smell home
starved at the fruit of my alms
my apples were a sepulchre
that I covered, shamed, in palms
the woman of me shook for wanting
the circles you traced weren't mine
drawing swords of edgeless echoes
thorn-pricked eyes bled words of vine
begging in the reverb of glances
we twined around each other
I grew into scarlet chimera
you grew into another
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Heather T (
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So lovely Heather! So rich in poetic passion. Amazing!
Thank you for the delightful comment, friend!
Your pen bleeds
This poems breathes
Rippling into the libretto
Of rogue melodies
🌹 Superbly crafted
Muches gracias, my poet friend.
I go with the others. It is always a pleasure to read you. So beautifuly rich and awesome. I'm learning as much I can with you. I'm delighted.
You say the sweetest things! I love that we can all learn from each other 💕
I agree a pleasure to read
Much appreciated!
Vibrant and colorful diction directed by a steady and commanding meter; masterfully written! You've set me scrambling for JPII's "Theology of the Body: Man and Woman He Created Them" to seek the meaning of "original solitude" as described in Genesis.
Thank you so much, Gary! I don't know much about John Paul, but I'm assuming that original solitude has something to do with Adam before the creation of his help mate. Appreciate the kind appraisal!
You're welcome Heather. Yes, in the biblical story of Genesis, moments before Adam is to gaze upon Eve, without a trace of lust we are taught, he is all alone and feels it. Having just partaken in the naming of God's creatures there still remains an emptiness. And then the creation of the first woman in all her beauty and Adam knows at once, "here is flesh of my flesh bone of my bone" and he is intensely grateful and satisfied. JPII's letters are dense; some authors have been accused of taking his long work and "sexualizing" Christianity with their more condensed and modern works - see Christopher West (whom is a big fan of the Song of Songs that you mentioned in another reply). See this review (my favorite book of C West/so liberating!) http://www.ncregister.com/blog/simcha-fisher/book-review-fill-these-hearts-by-christopher-west
Filled with poetic vocabulary these "Vines of Eden" pulsate with inventive pathos which stays long after the read. Another gem Heather - - must fav. this one to read it again.
Your smiling replies never fail to make my heart glad 💝 Many thanks, Fay.
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