Ph: Love: Sleeping/Waking/Living In Your Arms Poem by Brian Johnston

Ph: Love: Sleeping/Waking/Living In Your Arms

Rating: 5.0


I wake to trill of colored leaves
The fall of last night's dreams,
An onshore breeze whose movements
Please and cool my restless schemes.

With one hand cradling your head
My other hand is roaming free
I float in evening's meadow song,
Am tide moved by the morning's sea.

There's freedom now in love's embrace
That I have never known before,
Not faulting other lovers though,
Just in your arms I've grown much more.

If happiness can't satisfy,
Can vanity dream love's mature?
But I am where I want to be,
Just this is all I know for sure!


Brian Johnston
June 7,2017

Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: appreciation,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abekah Emmanuel 10 June 2017

From complex but scientifically oriented free verses to simple but multi-layered haikus, Brian has stunned me with this simple and flowing quatrain. If any friend had promised me that Brian would one day capture a true feeling of love in merely a quatrain of four stanzas, I wouldnt have believed it. Indeed, this shows how versatile he is as far as poetry is concerned. I am moved by how you capture the time you spent with this special woman, and I believe she was moved too. With one hand cradling your head My other hand is roaming free I float in evening's meadow song, Am tide moved by the morning's sea. Obviously, the way you cradled your woman's her shows how you admire and cherish her. But tell me, why was your other hand roaming freely? Does that mean you feared to grab her affectionately? There's freedom now in love's embrace That I have never known before, Not faulting other lovers though, Just in your arms I've grown much more. O you are right! , that feeling when you embrace the one you love does not only bring freedom but a feeling of fulfilment. It is fresh and of course, just as you said, it is like you have never felt that way before. Ha! You may wish to be there, yes! and grow more. Happiness cant satisfy, it is always sought for...regardless of its degree that's enjoyed by an individual. Remember, as you rightly said, this is all I can say about your poem for sure.Ha! Lovely poem, Keep writing!

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Abekah Emmanuel 10 June 2017

You are welcome sir! I can clearly imagine how you feel....and O did you say sometimes you got to scratch an itch? ha! I agree with you on love as a gift. Lovely poem once again!

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Brian Johnston 10 June 2017

Thank you for a lovely comment as well Abekah. Both stanzas you mention here speak of the freedom I feel in this very special relationship. It's not that there is any fear about holding or touching Kimmy with this free hand but for me it symbolizes that I don't need to dedicate both hands to her to be deeply connected. Hey, sometimes I have an itch I need to scratch, sometimes I want to hold her hand too or simply feel her breathing. Love no matter how deeply felt, is always a daily gift that we give to others, a new, a fresh, a living response to another's presence in our lives.

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