Within His Waves Of Blue Poem by Susan Lacovara
Within His Waves Of Blue
I stayed true, in his waves of blue
Each ripple, caressing my shores
The shift of sand, I understand
As once again, he deplores...
I confess, his last known address
A small flat, my tenament kept...
Linens of blue, tangled morning dew
Outgoing tide, I was upswept
In summer, content, wherever we went
His steel stallion, gone galloping, west
Chasing skylines, we two, into indigo hue
Clutching my hands to his chest
Wetter our feet, by the bridge, near the breach
Washed in lyrics of Blue, Joni Mitchell
Awarded first place, by the look on his face
With blue ribbon, he made it official
I long survived, in his ocean, to dive
Hours of holding my breath
Collect phone calls ensued, still gasping in blue
His denimed disguise, of unrest
In his cornflower glances, I counted my chances
Of what royal blue he'd choose, painting portraits
Of where, might I end..his lover, his friend
Uniformed blue, ever guarding his fortress
Completed sweet memories reminiscence... bittersweet with a heart's desire... unfulfilled
Difficult to place a single finger on the wealth of emotion that flows from this pen... like a well blended cocktail… bittersweet resolve seems to be the overall effect of several flavors combined.
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5/9/2024 12:02:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If I may... Calm winds and following seas May carry your wistful whispers White horses raise their heads To listen Your word's in poem and song Touch more that hearts, but being Those whispers in the breeze Carry hope and love... not sorrow Can I add something here from Kahlil Gibran... On Love he writes... Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. So today... To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy... then report back to us. (wink wink)