David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,598 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Bronwen's Wedding Poem - Poem by David McLansky

Could I step through
The mists of time
And call your name
While in your prime;
Slough off this skin
That's aged in brine,
And woo you with
My gentle rhymes;

No doubt that I
Would startle you,
You'd ask no doubt,
'Do I know you? '
And yet you'd hear
Within my lines,
The echo of
A love divine;

You'd smile
And look
At my young face,
And think my ardor
Out of place.

I'd look into
Your gentle smile,
Suggest we talk
And rest a while;
And we'd sit
Upon the fresh cut grass,
And forget the time
As time did pass;
Engrossed in smiles
And soft breathed words,
The sweetest sounds
You've ever heard.

But would the Gods
Of Mystic Climes
Call me back
To my own time;
You left alone
In fog and mist,
My shadow gone,
And so our tryst;

And when the sun
Dispelled the fog,
You'd sit alone
Within the quad,
Haunted by
My loving rhymes
And by a ghost
Displaced in Time.


Comments about Bronwen's Wedding Poem by David McLansky

  • Elaine Sept (2/21/2015 4:39:00 PM)


    This is just such a beautiful poem...
    Don't we all wish we could shed our skin and go back in time
    to share our heart and time with those we love.
    Beautiful
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  • Elaine Sept (2/21/2015 4:38:00 PM)


    I so love the sentiments here David.
    Just so lovely your heart!
    xox
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  • (2/10/2013 5:41:00 AM)


    Have trouble with the upper and lower case -why Time, Mystic Climes? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013


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