She walks in beauty of body and soul;
Heart filled with love, banged up some but whole.
Facing each day with a glimmer of hope,
Scavenged from ends of her fraying rope.
The poet writes true of love and its loss:
Once all-consuming, now no exhuming the dross.
Hurting mournfully, like lingering death,
Yet without Death's last sting comes Love's final breath.
Why is it that love withers so soon once found?
The truth lies in selfishness, greedy, unbound.
For one cannot give of his heart to another
When wholly devoted to Self like a lover.
Dreams in the night of fitting one hand in glove..
Poems by day, new and old, beseech this sweet love.
(1.7.07)
Wonderful message in this poem. I know you'll be tweaking this, so it'll just get better and better. -chuck
Esther, A beautifully crafted sonnet with finely wrought meaning. A joy to read.
Total surrender is the only option, when it is that special, mutual infinite trust, for which I hope we are all destined. One day. Great write Est. Danny
vERY IMPRESSIVE PENNING, YOUNG LADY...LIKE THE LANGUAGE, AS IT WRAPS YA' AROUND YIR' POETIC SENSES...STERLING WORK, ESTHER... fjr
Superb Est. Your poems are getting better and better. I'm having this one tho'. have to agree with Danny's comment also. An exceptional write, honest, heartfelt and eloquent. Justine x
Genuine, eloquent and somehow very touching. Take care. Kindest regards, Sandra
I absolutely love the third stanza, Esther... and a great poem in whole. Another example of your unique poetic range and ability! ! Brian
Sweet melancholy sonnet Esther. And clever, the gently parody of Byron's words in this heartfelt poem of lost love. My favourite line is 'facing each day with a glimmer of hope, scavenged from ends of her fraying rope'. I am most impressed. love, Allie xxxxx
Sigh... with haevy heart, a golden nugget of truth I see in here. I'll be returning to this one for sure. Wise words, perfectly penned, E. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Esther - what Robert Howard said, I can't improve upon. This is finely written, deeply felt, and points toward a universal dilemma through the particular. Finely written, friend.