Post by jeannerené on Oct 28, 2007 22:49:51 GMT -8
This is actually a rewrite of a poem I did about 3 years ago ... major rewrite ...... will include explanation of picture later ....
First part....
As Lovers on the Shores of Kourion
We walk the boulevard, lovers
caressing. Fitting, slipping into hearts,
tumbled beds, looking out window and windowless
worlds of passion. Revolutions round the globe
we’ve loved again and again and again.
Do we yearn deeper, heavier, higher in embraces
under neon suns, evolution of rapture and promise...
And our kisses sweeter, our words more fond,
delicate in the arms of husband and wife,
than wooers long ago.
Are we no more or no less, but the same
in our desire and vow. I wonder
as the magazine rests in my lap, captured
by discovery, ancient love found,
immortalized in the ruins of man and history,
these lovers on the shores of Kourion
Could I run with them
with all beloved. . .
running where once the waters rose
upon time traversed shores and merchant calls,
pottery and bronze, olive oil and coin
of worlds stuttering between prayers.
Celebrants at the foot of sun's temple,
renewed in the covenant of Alpha and Omega
they knelt and drank, pledged to the other’s burden.
I hear their whispers. Unburden me . . .
"Slip the broach from lock to palm,
and make for me a tearless pillow,
to inhale your fragrance, a final breath.
My sweet beginning,
You were . . ."
. . . were
Lovers lain beneath Apollo's flame, washed
in the warmth of his passing chariot.
The timeless kiss of the sun melting,
sweet impressions of hope, glistening
on ruddied brow. And with the twilight dancing
in weightless youth, wrapped in the sea breezes,
barefoot on Kourion's golden shores,
sands of new fortune and future . . .
- - - - - update ... continuing from the above 11/25/07
Is it a cry their that moves me?
On the morn they wept
and sought the embrace
“…of embittered gods. The land battles,
our ocean swells with the dawn’s blush.
Oh merciless fortune
Why lay asunder this glorious day,
to pursue our rape into the dust?
Why dust, when once . . ."
The tide rose and fell on lover's lips,
a final kiss pressed and married in silt.
What kiss do we have softer, sweeter?
What lyric sung with more misery than
her wind song lingering on the ruins' tongue
echoing round the corners of boulevards,
resonant in the hollows, halls of the centuries.
"Bed me, one last time, my husband, my life.
Hold fast my hand, my strength, that
I may bare this anguish endlessly.
Hand upon hand . . ."
Forever, forever, forever
my fingertips follow, fondle
their image, amble through their thought
drift in their passion, passionately
witnessing time and timeless embrace.
Tracing the rise and fall of eternity's sigh,
dust pressed a definitive touch.
What touch have we known more ardent?
What words more amorous than those
spoken on the ruins' tongue
carrying a husband's indelible vow. . .
"Lay down my wife, my love, my home.
Hold near, and still, our child. I will embrace thee,
I promise, into eternity."
... about done... just two stanza to go
.... lots more to follow .....
..any thoughts appreciated ...
I know .... I know ... my style is weird....
.jeanne.
