as was foretold
in still unfinished words of old
through emptied days
cloudless skies
each desert night
stars drained of every dream
and through mad-making moons
the color of your hair
days wax hard to bear
the press of every long sequestered wish
the days revealing all new mystery
yet only the one story to be missed
and slow the world turns its way
and faint the music of each far wrought wind
these winds that carry something yet of you
sing only of some idea of time
yet leave me breath to wish and wait anew
A new poem for The Poetry Pantry
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Beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we have no other choice than to wait.. I really love the way you move from the imagery of the first stanza to the concrete waiting... wonderful
ReplyDeleteWaiting through mad-making moons - i could really feel the painful passage of time..almost apocalyptic and empty. The image fits perfectly too..i imagine them sat in there..waiting..
ReplyDeleteLove sticks hard in one's memory because hope always thinks there is still yet a chance. Beautifully written Steve.
ReplyDeletethis was so captivating. yes, in your words you signify so clearly the void your heart feels and with the marrying of the picture, the isolation,the desperation is also depicted. well penned
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Beautifully written, Steve :)
ReplyDeleteRomanticism at its best! My favorite detail is of the moon the color of her hair.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE "stars drained of every dream", the "mad-making moons", and "the music of each far wrought wind". This flows so beautifully, and the feeling of waiting is palpable. Really good work!
ReplyDeleteThis speaks of love, the desire of dreaming under the moon with hope that the song will beat once again. sigh...
ReplyDeleteThis is a poem after my own heart - full of longing and remembrance. Beautifully feeling.
ReplyDeleteSome wonderful lines here, full of so much love and loss. A powerful read.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write Steve--the longing is palpable--
ReplyDeleteWell, this is just wonderful. The last three lines, I thought were - especially - eloquent and captured that sense of longing so tenderly - as ethereal as a breath ... and yet, very powerful. This is awesome writing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Steve.
ReplyDelete"yet leave me breath to wish and wait anew" the line enhances the beauty and longing in the poem....
ReplyDeleteVery interesting and wonderful commentary :)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Hey Steve, a beautiful poem--wonderful wordplay --I love the stars drained of dreams like moisture in the desert night, and the use of wax later--wonderfully evocative and resonant--and very pretty sound too, thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteSad, beautifully expressed with the lovely lilting rhythm of soft tidal waves.
ReplyDeleteI feel the yearning in this poem. Sad but very evocative of a time that once was! Enjoyed this one, Steve. Enjoyed your photos too. Great treat for the pantry! Thanks so much for all.
ReplyDeletePoignantly beautiful with lovely word-craft Steve!
ReplyDeleteHank
Oh my friend, apologies for being so sorely lacking on visiting your blog to see what new poems you have wrought. Truly my loss! I always enjoy the timeless, ethereal quality of your writing, and your beautiful way of expressing a moment, a feeling. This is beautiful, the last three lines perfection!
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