LOL Marissa, you are so funny. You find sinister everywhere! This wasn’t meant to be so – just very sad, for one thing – but I won’t take it from you if you wanna hold onto it. =)
Chuckle. Well, yes – they are as fragile as they are beautiful. =)
A rose is often more than just a rose. My favorite line ” He wanted to open her like the letter he had waited for and waited for.” (Btw- another funky link from the email to the website)
Thanks – always helpful to know which lines hit a home run. As to the link, sigh. I won’t bore you w/ the details. Curious: dya get in thru the front door or change the date in the link? I think this was WP’s fault.
Wow, I didn’t expect an actual list! 🙂 Now, fishing out a piece of hair is a real talent when you get to be middle-aged with readers! Too funny.
In case I wasn’t clear…I meant the chef’s hair at the restaurant. It’s always in MY bowl.
Diana, That’s the way I took it! My husband and you have this particular “thing” in common. One time, he found a fingernail clipping in his food. The manager said it was part of the basket. (It wasn’t the basket!) I consoled my husband by telling him that at least it wasn’t a toenail! LOL
LOLOLOL. Oh…ugh!!! There’s a job out there for him and me: FOOD INSPECTOR.
It would appear that they are intimate,
And yet there is possession.
He turns to her,
But there is burden in his longing.
There is innocence on his part,
But the necklace was strung with need.
It appears the power struggle is a give-away,
Except that smart lovers
Can see in innocence great
Potential.
They are close enough that
She allows a kiss;
She tastes his eloquence.
There is wine however and fantasy
That he ties around her ankle
While he kneels.
He wants to open her
And she is as far away as
This letter to others about love.
The bouquet fell
By her direction to catch a tear,
Which was its purpose,
While the petals pretended it was a raindrop
Lying on the ground they were dying for him.
It was beautiful. I felt carried, like a leaf upon your stream of expression. Thank-you so very much for the lovely experience to bring my week-end to a gentle close.
I’m fine thank-you, hope your summer is going well.
Unrequited love: Like making all the effort to prepare a gourmet, sugar-free, gluten-free meal (with precise attention to detail) and then it ends up tasting like cold, lumpy mashed potatoes. And sometimes it is a mistake and simply unfair to expect someone else to satiate one’s intense hunger for (_____).
” simply unfair to expect someone else to satiate one’s intense hunger for (_____).” You nailed it, Momma. And we can fill that in with so many demands. I had just finished Memoirs of a Geisha and found myself in the mood for such a poem. The reason good novels work is someone always loses: that’s life.
That’s right – demands. And that’s what some of us call a relationship – a long list of demands, and commands.
“The reason good novels work is someone always loses: that’s life.” Bingo amiga! Our body memory kicks in when we see loss in others and it changes us as we relive our own pain narrative and, adds to our emotional inventory, someone else’s loss.
“adds to our emotional inventory, someone else’s loss.” It’s amazing what we gain from each other’s stories.
*Yummy organic conversation*
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Romantic and sinister all at once.
LOL Marissa, you are so funny. You find sinister everywhere! This wasn’t meant to be so – just very sad, for one thing – but I won’t take it from you if you wanna hold onto it. =)
Very powerful
Huh. Thank you, Derrick. We don’t really know what we’ve done except for the feedback.
Diana
Lovely
Appreciate the sentiment and the reblog. =)
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It’s wonderful
Thank you. =)
Diana
really nice 🙂
Glad you liked. Thanks.
Diana
Very nice, D. This one is sad though. And maybe a bit kinky too.
Sad, yes. Kinky, no. LOL (unless kink is in the mind of the beholder.) S-E-N-S-U-A-L.
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Appreciate your time here.
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This makes me feel like painting, and I don’t know how to. This is beautiful, like the old black and white movies.
I love the black and whites. They were classy. Thank you, honey. I love the response. Wow, I don’t think anyone’s said that here to date.
Xxxx
Diana
You’re welcome 🙂
I wish I could reblog this among the great romantic poems where it belongs. The emphasis on language is fitting for one so verbally adroit.
I love the ending. Was it a tear of surrender or rejection?
I’m pleased you took to this, MG. The petals answer your question. =(
Poor petals 😦
Chuckle. Well, yes – they are as fragile as they are beautiful. =)
A rose is often more than just a rose. My favorite line ” He wanted to open her like the letter he had waited for and waited for.” (Btw- another funky link from the email to the website)
Thanks – always helpful to know which lines hit a home run. As to the link, sigh. I won’t bore you w/ the details. Curious: dya get in thru the front door or change the date in the link? I think this was WP’s fault.
Came to a no story page but the link to a few posts including this one was at the bottom so I clicked
Thx for not giving up on me. =)
Xxxx
D.
Simile, like afternoon tea; metaphor the dinner we were waiting for. I like it !
Ha ha ha. Nice. Thanks, H.
Diana
sweet
Thanks for being here, Jim.
Diana
thanks! 🙂
It’s beautiful, I love when tears are metaphors in life, so many ways they fall into our lives …
Thankfully it isn’t only from sorrow that we lose our tears. Thank you.
The poem is quite good- profound, as well. Actually it is excellent. I like the inclusion of the rose as part of the poem’s story.
Appreciate the faithful feedback, Yvonne. It was a rose out of my Mother’s Day bouquet. =) Just thought I might as well use it.
Xxx
D.
Lovely! I especially like “the tender phrase he kneeled to tie around her ankle.” The last stanza is also touching.
Thanks, Allen. I always appreciate knowing which lines zinged.
Lovely piece. Really rich.
=) Thx.
And I have left those things undone… So, is it longing for the forbidden? –Curt
I don’t quite get the first part of the comment but I’m grinning, C. “longing for the forbidden” You’re good. I’m impressed you got that.
Goes with the second part, D. Sometimes we long for the forbidden, but resist. And then wonder about opportunities left behind. –C
I’m glad Peggy wasn’t forbidden. LOL.
Us, too. (grin)
You killed my excitement with the sad ending. lol
Ha ha ha. Can’t always give you guys peaches and cream. That wouldn’t be life.
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Loved this poem.. ❤
Thanks. Glad you liked. =)
Diana
Got me all the goose bumps. Felt like you are telling my own story.
Wonderful are those words that make you feel as if they are from your own heart.
Wow. You have quite an autobiography there. =)
Your words hint at unfulfilled romance. Sad and beautifully written.
Yes, unfulfilled. Thanks for the conscious reading, my friend.
Diana, What can’t you do?!!! I love when the mental picture evokes so much emotion in so few words!
I can’t…drive, figure out board games, change tires, eat in restaurants without peering at my dish and fishing out a piece of hair.
Wow, I didn’t expect an actual list! 🙂 Now, fishing out a piece of hair is a real talent when you get to be middle-aged with readers! Too funny.
In case I wasn’t clear…I meant the chef’s hair at the restaurant. It’s always in MY bowl.
Diana, That’s the way I took it! My husband and you have this particular “thing” in common. One time, he found a fingernail clipping in his food. The manager said it was part of the basket. (It wasn’t the basket!) I consoled my husband by telling him that at least it wasn’t a toenail! LOL
LOLOLOL. Oh…ugh!!! There’s a job out there for him and me: FOOD INSPECTOR.
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Thanks. =)
i love flowers with poems
=)
do you love flowers with pics
i just think poems a good for the soul
i love poem that have love i t and so does my boyfriend
Great. Thanks for letting me know!
Beautiful words, well said. x
Thanks for keeping up, C. =)
Love this Diana, it’s sexy, full of yearning and something never to be finished (or maybe begun). That last line is a killer.
Hey, I really like the feedback, Andrea. I’ve been having fun playing with sexy out here. =)
“full of yearning and something never to be finished (or maybe begun)” You got it. You got it.
Really nice piece of writing! Poignant.
Thanks, Robin. =)
Diana
You’re welcome. Keep up with the fantastic posts!
Thanks to you, too!
Such a sad poem, a bit longing and I think it is because as heartbreaking as love is, there still is nothing better. Beautiful work ~
You bring a smile to this face, Randy. You said it
just right. (I meant the part about love, not your commendation, ha ha ha.)
I thank you, my friend.
*sniffs* Hankie please?
HA. A great compliment. Smiling… =)
Very touching Diana. Can feel the emotions in the 2 people portrayed.
Thank you for sharing! 😉
~Carl~
I appreciate the feedback, Carl. Always helps to hear how people processed my work. Thx for taking a moment.
D.
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lovely
Very nice. 🙂
Go mah wuh yoh.
It would appear that they are intimate,
And yet there is possession.
He turns to her,
But there is burden in his longing.
There is innocence on his part,
But the necklace was strung with need.
It appears the power struggle is a give-away,
Except that smart lovers
Can see in innocence great
Potential.
They are close enough that
She allows a kiss;
She tastes his eloquence.
There is wine however and fantasy
That he ties around her ankle
While he kneels.
He wants to open her
And she is as far away as
This letter to others about love.
The bouquet fell
By her direction to catch a tear,
Which was its purpose,
While the petals pretended it was a raindrop
Lying on the ground they were dying for him.
“He wants to open her
And she is as far away as
This letter”
Exactly.
🙂
beautiful
Thank you. =)
Definitely a moving and beautiful poem; if also perhaps somewhat melancholy and haunting. 🙂
Love all four descriptions, Deb. Thank you.
Xx
D.
My treat to visit your words Diana. xo
You have to do that. Leave me your final gift of a word. 😛
Grabbing attention of the reader !! 😛 Intriguing 😉
=)
Thanks for the follow. Welcome!
Welcome 🙂
Distressing and beautifully expressed.
You got it, Anna. Distressing for this pair, for him esp. =) Thank you for the thoughtful read.
Beautiful, powerful, haunting…your artistry with words makes my heart sigh with content. ❤
What lovely, lovely feedback, Aleya. Appreciate the generosity with which you read me. =)
It was beautiful. I felt carried, like a leaf upon your stream of expression. Thank-you so very much for the lovely experience to bring my week-end to a gentle close.
Appreciate your having gotten to this, D. I hope you are well. =)
Diana
I’m fine thank-you, hope your summer is going well.
Unrequited love: Like making all the effort to prepare a gourmet, sugar-free, gluten-free meal (with precise attention to detail) and then it ends up tasting like cold, lumpy mashed potatoes. And sometimes it is a mistake and simply unfair to expect someone else to satiate one’s intense hunger for (_____).
” simply unfair to expect someone else to satiate one’s intense hunger for (_____).” You nailed it, Momma. And we can fill that in with so many demands. I had just finished Memoirs of a Geisha and found myself in the mood for such a poem. The reason good novels work is someone always loses: that’s life.
That’s right – demands. And that’s what some of us call a relationship – a long list of demands, and commands.
“The reason good novels work is someone always loses: that’s life.” Bingo amiga! Our body memory kicks in when we see loss in others and it changes us as we relive our own pain narrative and, adds to our emotional inventory, someone else’s loss.
“adds to our emotional inventory, someone else’s loss.” It’s amazing what we gain from each other’s stories.
*Yummy organic conversation*