Your whisper pounds my heart's rood
Rushing throbbed tsunamis throughout
So that the pulsing of my tepid blood
Expands even whisper into a shout.
Truly, our spirits have met before
Settling by parts in others we've known
Or rising from forests and familiar lore
To caress as a breeze softly blown.
Now as your fragments coalesce,
With each salient, cognizant burst,
A universe builds and draws me close
Till this body pounds with burning thirst.
A poem of controlled passion and clever choice of words.. A wonderful write and a pleasing one to read..
yes a theme which haunts many lives finding its way into many poems in interesting styles, a theme which we shall return to often :)
Interesting that readers like mixing metaphors with a romantic-sentimental appeal.
Sorry, Susan, I didn't go to the Thesaurus at all on this poem. Like most of my poems these words introduced themselves to me. I hardly knew them. And that's what worries me most about this effort. Anything else?
The melody in this poem is amusing. The very first line itself soothes the mind and the love touches its zenith when you say we have met before and finally the mark left by beloved is the fragrance....Good write. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very elemental poem; thanks for sharing.