I Want Only This. Poem by Jette Blackstone
I Want Only This.
What you see when you look:
The moon and the sun
along the same line
when fire and frost
are one,
when autumn tips
on toes of summer
and winter pulls her across…
This is the way I feel with you.
When you confine me in your arms
and our forms are trammeled by convention,
breathing in the same twilight space.
Yet we never meet as souls.
You know this too.
For you told me you never believed in magic.
They say that opposites are magnetic
and I feel movement in the fires within us.
But our words turn feelings into ashes.
And there we die together in a pile.
Oh how I wish I could reap the rewards
of the Harvest Moon.
I see others walking in this place, this time,
hands sewn onto the other, a single cloak.
Oh how I wish you knew me, like a seed knows
it's soil! Oh how I wish you loved me,
like the lovers living next door.
I hear their cries of ecstasy, like the falcons roosting in our elm,
and I wish for wings to take me there.
This it really a lovely poem, kept me interested from the first line to the last...Beauttiful. Kudos to you my poet friend, all the best
I have really missed your wonderful poems... this is a strong 10! ... sorry I've been out of touch, but I have been ill this past year... hope you are well and happy All my best CJ
Wow! The title of this poem drew me in to read it, Jette. The visual arrangement in the poem is simply stunning. I love the use of personification and other figures of speech. The poem flows effortlessly from your poetic press and is very eloquently expressed. The poem is filled with longing and desire, with passionate love. It is a poetic gem! Thank you for sharing it with me this morning. I like the poem v-e-r-y much! Blessings...
Thank you so much for your kind comments Marie. Yes, this is a poem of pure passion and longing...and written to convery that...I hope. Blessings to you. :)
A nice poetic imagination, Jette. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
I feel this poem in my marrow. I see others walking in this place, this time, hands sewn onto the other, a single cloak. How well I know that long. Beautiful, painful tug at the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very beautiful love poem...
Thanks for reading Lorraine. Love is what we long for.