The Abandoned Poem

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I wrote a long poem
for you this morning
in the pure light
of an untouched day.

The poem was marvelous!
It took two hours to write,
two hours to revise,
one hour to copy neatly.

As I read the final draft,
I felt I was in your presence:
your flesh as pure as the light,
your mind as untouched as the day.

The poem was one moment
a window through which I saw
your beauty. The next moment,
a mirror reflecting our joy.

Then a darkness that was not
nature's fell across my desk.
I dropped my pen, closed my
notebook. My mind, like a whirlgig.

This poem, these paper words
contained no trace of you:
the down of your face,
the curve of your legs,

your breathing lifting
your breasts, your lips
parted to speak, or parting
to kiss - Yes,

words are such perfect
traitors: they make promises
that warm you, like summer light,
they create spirals of hope.

For those hours of composing,
the words performed miracles
of desire, produced wonders
of expectation, and then -

I dumped the three sheets
in the yard as I trudged
to my daily tasks,
silent, sullen, sorry.

That evening, as twilight
slowly finished what
morning light had begun,
I saw you, sitting alone,

on your balcony, half-
hidden by a vase of flowers.
Your hands held my poem,
your eyes gazed intently.

I stood leaning against
a maple tree, watching
this impossible scene,
wondering what words were left.

No longer traitors, I
sifted through my mind
to find the words closest
to touch and to silence.

As I looked up in desire,
you suddenly looked
down in anticipation.
Words dissolved into gestures.

Valentine's Day
2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Today is Valentine's Day, so I decided to try my hand at writing a Love Poem. I remember some wise words Robert Bly said before he read from his book of Love Poems, Loving a Woman in Two Worlds. He told us a poet has to be alert when writing them, because there is so much energy piled up inside. It's so easy to spill words onto paper with the overflow of this energy. The poems he read were (are) amazing, so fresh, so original, so unlike any previous Love Poems. I remembered a girl named Kathy I was attracted to many years ago. Although we were friends, I could never find the words to express my true feelings to her. Does this sound familiar? I realized the most honest Love Poem I could write would indeed find those words today. The poem presented itself like a welcome guest, arriving on time for the main event, that is, putting the poem at my site on Feb.14. My view is that a Love Poem should not use the word love, but embody it. Instead of saying, 'I love you', the poem should show the impact of that love on the speaker. How does love make him/her act? How does it interrupt their routine? How does it make their day all sweetness and light?
COMMENTS
Beautiful poem!
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Sarah Shahzad 11 December 2019
Nicely written piece and your wording was great. I enjoyed this. love this so much, I love to write as well, have my own poetry so please check my site 2 :)
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A B Faniki 01 September 2019
A beaitiful poem and imagery. I was hook from start to end. Thanks for sharing such brilliant work
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Thanks for the beautiful poem and the priceless and highly praiseworthy notes you have provided for us. Thanks for the sharing and thank God that you belong to our times. Would love to visit your page over and over again. Regards Subhas
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Chandan Dey 15 June 2018
Words are illusive, and so they make love more attractive and meaningful. The words in your poem tell us this truth perfectly. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem with us. Chandan
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Mahtab Bangalee 28 May 2018
love is set up with every words of this poem nice 10++++
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Bharati Nayak 12 May 2018
Revisiting this poem and enjoying it as the first read .
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alan brown 22 April 2018
Enjoyed thanks for posting.Alan
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Norah Tunney 05 July 2017
Stunning and that's high praise for a good love poem is hard to find. As I read the poem I was totally captivated by the story.I particularly loved the last two verses. I love that line sifting through your mind to find the words closest to touch and silence, one can almost feel the intimacy in the space between the words. Then in desire, in anticipation, words dissolving into gestures. It's sways like a dance. Nothing sappy here but a deeply tender love poem. A delight to read.Thank you Daniel
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Magdalena Biela 25 May 2017
Remember Monalisa? She is the very definition of love, with her smile like an abandoned poem...Your poem is Monalisa's smile...
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