We looked at each other
Over the bamboo fence
As the east wind shook
The trees to get hold
Of the full moon trapped between their trunks
Like a recalcitrant boy
Playing with his toys
Two hours yet to go
Before the sun rose
Your eyes then shone like stars
And I stood watching them
Across the fence
Uttered not we a word
But yet said all that there was to be said
Thank you for that memory, dear
Every time the trees capture the moon
In their swaying hold
I see your smiling face
And the stars shining in your eyes
No matter where you are now
Dead or alive
Oh, do lovers ever die?
I don't think you ever forget some of the magic that young love seems to provide. The love musings of a poet need time to mature. Young poets are often ill equipped to do justice to it and write of how she looks and swoon with common emotional depictions. You have added much more substance in an eloquent fashion. My friend, Akhtar, is older than you, and yet has written some of the best love I have read on this site..
O, this is a most romantic poem I have read in a long time. The imagery and the emotion completes it perfectly.
at just over 20 lines, this poem, already with one comment from me, is a good find for me to 'take' for inclusion in my/our March 2017 showcase for PH poets. let me know if you object and i shall remove it. thanks. bri :)
Please go ahead Bri. You don't have to ask me now or ever.
ok, i glanced at the comments. let's see if your poem lives up to the comments. not that i am much of a judge of LOVE! it is such a slippery word! ! Uttered not we a word But yet said all that there was to be said..........this reminds me of my wife's idea of a pleasant evening with ...........................................................................ME, her husband: the husband speaks NOT ONE WORD! ! yes, despite some poets' perceptions, love does sometimes die, before or after the people do. i'm the almost-ultimate UNromantic. could it be one reason i've been divorced three times. Nahhhhh! give me humor, horror, something other than love! but, if you love love poems [or maybe i should say lost or never-found....... love poems], check out Lora Colon. she is not a riot of humor, but i still like her stuff. bri :) so, am i correct that the boy is/was the moon? it should be. missing commas sometimes trouble me.
Sir, This lovely poem on love that permeates and lives beyond time and space, captures the romantic mood in its entirety. As Valsa madam writes, it just proves how young you are at heart! 10.
Lovers never die and so are the love poems..........................
Thank you for that memory, dear Every time the trees capture the moon In their swaying hold I see your smiling face And the stars shining in your eyes No matter where you are now Dead or alive Oh, do lovers ever die? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wow what a marvelos write! ! - - You have really trapped full moon in your heart ! ! !
A nice refreshing trip down the memory lane. Thanks for sharing.