In the moments just before ink marks the page I know that words will fall short. For who could capture Her with mere paper and ink? But I am compelled to try hoping that my attempt, though clumsy and sophomoric, may in some small way reflect back the beauty that I have recognized in Her.
She is new to me, yet I have known her forever. Even so I have just begun to experience, to comprehend Her. She has captured my attention and stirred longings thought bruised beyond rising. It is now Her face I seek, Her call that I await. And in the between times I remember, I wonder, I muse.
I remember Her form, Her fragrance, the way She fits my body. I wonder how it is that she has so easily assumed this space in me. I muse about the meaning of this dance begun between she and I.
With Me she is familiar. She is bold but not brazen. Her confidence is that of assumed kinship and intimacy. How is it that She feels like Home? How is it that a raging passion and peaceful sweet rest can co-exist?
She is dainty yet powerful. I have watched a dull room energized at Her approach. Men straighten themselves in hopeful anticipation of Her glance or smile, grateful for any small attention. Women appraise Her, hoping for an ally, dreading competition with Her light.
Her smile is a magic thing. It is infectious and sensual. Her mouth shaped in anger is pouty and full beneath a furrowed brow.
Her movement is fluid and natural as a young doe. She is at ease and alert. She is finely wrought and utterly feminine, Her spirit at home in Her flesh.
To be near Her awakens slumbering passion. To be apart calls forth the Poet, the Bard. She now has claimed Her space, her place in His story. She is now set apart. Sleeping Beauty can now awaken, at least for the moments that the Poet can guard Her heart.
But harken to me! It is a dangerous thing to call forth the Poet and awaken the Princess. The story will unfold with many unseen twists and turns. Exquisite will be the rapture. Exquisite will be the torment. Yet that is the nature of the play. Both comedy and tragedy are required. Such things are always risky. But perhaps the Poet and his Muse can create between them a place where the songs can live.
P.S. Wild about Leonard Cohen. There is a crack in everything. It lets the light in. Who else says that??
Yes he is amazing!
And, I’m just glad you’re still breathing and writing, after the news about Mobile Bay sailing regatta. A relief to us that you are still with us!
Glad to hear from you!
Once again…great work, PG!!! You’ve managed to capture and articulate the age-old conflict of love exceptionally well.
BE
I appreciate and respect your generous words. From your work I know you to be a thoughtful and talented soul. Not one who wastes words or would casually comment on those of others. Your being here carries weight with me. Thank you.
Thank you. So kind of you to say. The feeling is indeed mutual. Stay inspired…keep inspiring!!!
BE
Sometimes, your stuff is a cut above. None of us can do it every time but you get there more often than anyone else I’ve found here. I never read yours before I write mine. This is a fine piece of work.
Yours is something I can not do. My particular crazy is all I know how to do. 🙂 I am glad you are here. I really am it means alot
How long have you been writing?
Off and on most of my life but only recently started paying any attention to it.
Ahhhhh, I was really curious. Any books/writers that really influenced you?
I used to read a lot. When I was younger my education was in theology philosophy psychology. Younger than that the western classics. But I am not a literary person. I learned the basics of Plato from cs lewis chronicles of narnia and his sci-fi stuff. I have probably read them 15-20 times over the years including reading them to my children as they grew up. The hobbit and lord of the rings likewise. I don’t have a pattern for what I do that I know of I just kinda hear and feel it at the same time when its good. A singer poet named lenord cohen made me cry a couple years ago when I heard and read his stuff. There are some small similarities. You are very talented and have good insticts. For what it is worth I would encourage you to write from a place where you are vulnerable but not naked. Find your unique way, your special voice and you will find that folks will go out of their way to listen to your music. 🙂
I appreciate the direction, I always like to ask questions and advice from well seasoned writers such as yourself. But you are exactly right. Thank you! 🙂
Look forward to reading more of your work
You speak of a place where I would love to be . . . Even for a little while. Beautiful.
🙂 I am so glad you stop by here.
my pleasure 🙂
One cannot live without the other, once they have been revealed to each. I know you’ll probably disagree.
A truly beautiful poem.
No mam. I do agree. There can be no ooet without a muse I think
“Your voice will find you” Dear Plato, your voice was always there to begin with. This piece is beautiful and flows as a cohesive thought. Bravo.
Bird on the Wire too. Now I have to listen to Leonard Cohen today. A lot. Thanks Plato. This is rapturous and beautiful.
I don’t know why or how I did not know of him until about two years ago. (I don’t get out much I guess 🙂 ). When I did I spent hours and hours listening and reading his work and weeping. It helped wash away some stuff that had been stuck for a long time. Blessings on you and yours today!
Have a beautiful weekend yourself!
Exquisite, breathtaking, all encompassing and simply wonderful
Lovely, just lovely.
Thank you so for stopping by.
Such a beautiful love poem. It’s the last paragraph that is the truest of all for me, I think. The most real. The danger is certainly real, but the rapture is intoxicating. How does one separate the two? They can’t, can they… It’s learning the balance in life.
And the sighs.
That should make me sad, but it’s actually kind of a lovely thought because it speaks of the depth of what that love is.
Both and. That is the real part
I AM learning what you mean…
All good Lenard Cohen songs are like that. Both and. And for that matter most of the Psalms are too
Well I’ve never heard Lenard Cohen, but that’s interesting about the Psalms. Have you ever read C.S.Lewis’ Reflections on the Psalms?
No. Youtube Lenard Cohen hallelujah. Like now
Yes, sir, Captain! she says as she salutes and runs to the computer…
It will break your heart and set you free at the same time. His great songs I think must be similar to the power of David’s work
Oh my Lord! I’ve heard that song a million times and never listened to the words very close. And I didn’t realize how long ago it was written. The broken hallelujah… That’s what you’re talking about, isn’t it… You have that same sense of craftmanship about reading your stuff.
Yes. While i am no Cohen. I understand at least some of what he sings of
See, you were out there in the ether where David was…
Yes mam