A PRAYER TO ROMANCE

Oh heart, you æolian harp of love:
All throbs well, few beats sweeter note;
Hark! Blow this heart a tidal wave,
My sails are loose, droop, on this boat.

Oh yonder moon, spare me your tide!
I struck upon the coral's reef!
Oh raise me up, be you my guide.
My heart is loose, yet wan in grief.

Here are oars, yet my stength fails them
And cold I sink as the moon falls,
Lone in these dark reefs, pale and lame,
Encompassed by unending walls!

Sweet love, singer of æolian harp!
Blow my sails like amaranths bloom!
The tides are high, O raise me up!
What if my heart wither in gloom?

Ah I bleed: sweet pain of romance!
And lulled by frail Orpheus' play,
Lie, together mix'd sad cadence,
Ever lone, never gay; I lay.

Kenilo Kent
9-Nov-11
 

Reviews

[AnastasiaBetts]

I really love this poem. Great imagery and poetic language. I especially love the metaphor of the ship and sea. The only thing that was a bit of a stumbling block for me was the use of the word "rise" -- for some reason "raise" feels more grammatically comfortable in the two instances it is used, as does "grief" in place of "grieve."

Lovely work- thanks for sharing!

[Kenilo Kent]

Thanks dearly! Its soo warming to get such constructive review, to be aware that you are concern. It means alot and i will tend to your suggestions.