A new year ~ to spend loving You (longing)

A new year ~ to spend loving You (longing)

A Poem by Richard
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Free Style: No set syllable-count per line, with intermittent rhymes throughout.

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  A new year ~ to spend loving You

_________~**~_____________________


How sad it must be

for the cattails and pond,

when lovers who once strolled

are longingly gone;

when chill takes a’hold

on hot Summer nights,

haunting the places

they've loved-in

so long.


A memory caught

of moments e'er free ...

moonlit owls

soar quietly across

the heaven's dark night;

into stardust streams

woven like braids,

ever so tight.


By fortune they met,

tho' love drew them near ...

soft dove to nurse

with the lion.

The willow unfolds

her branches of gold,

while wishes

like ribbons

wove through her hair.


Another year's passed,

each season has gone,

feeling their lives

drifting away;

and, tho' once they were here,

so amazing (I know);

now it's harder

retracing their ways,

to bear loss of

soft words they spoke

deepest in care,

to recall the warmth

of soft, tender breath ...

and yes,

the night's much darker

these days.


Clouds now drift on by,

birds winging high,

they never

come down anymore,

to rest on a shoulder ...

sing gentle songs.


______~**~________________


By-the-by,

oh, how I miss now

thy sweet soothing voice

and apple green eyes.


Mental photographs,

scenes fade slowly, alas;

yet, my soul's deep memory

(it won't forget)

love's endearing,

fulfilling repast.


As the new year appears

new seasons come, too...

as with all our years

there comes a new vision,

a ne'er forgot portrait

of me wrapped-up,

inside of You ~


The pond and the willows,

tall cattails a'sway

longingly beckon,

"Come stroll me,

come share me your dreams."


Once again...

it's "A new year,

to spend loving You ~"

and my heart,

it trades its dark chills

for joy from your charms,

for the infinitely bright,

ever-endearing...

warmth of your arms.


_________~**~_____________________

                    Richard W. Jenkins

                              ©2015



© 2016 Richard



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Author's Note

Richard
Critical reviews are always welcome and appreciated. : )

Sorry!
I know … it's long, but when a pen's in the moment, it just seems to write on its own.

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'Soft dove coming to nurse with the lion'. What a beautiful image. Such tenderness and vulnerability here, and courage need for both. The flow of warm / cold, winter and summer gently rocks the reader. Natures loneliness personified is fantastic. Oh how I would love to stroll along the pond here.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Gosh, Jenn!
I must have really been a good boy to receive so many of your wonderful reviews, .. read more
Jennesis

1 Year Ago

Richard!! Oh my goodness, how your path has mirrored mine. As I approached my 40th birthday, I as d.. read more
Richard

1 Year Ago

Sharing with you, Jenn, is a wonderfully enlightened and growing blessing of joy, bonding, easy and .. read more



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Im a bog fan of the long verse... enjoyable read...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Thanks, Tomás!
I certainly appreciate that you selected this piece to read and comment on, a.. read more
Your imagery is incredible. Looking through your poems, I can see that you have a profound gift for observing life and placing it delicately onto a page in all its glory. I really enjoyed this. Wonderful job!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Gabrielle, ever-so warmly.

That you've taken your moments to browse throug.. read more
It is long but that was a strong element. If a reader has no focus or genuine interest, why try to entice them with brevity when this winds like the ghosts of the vanished couple walking around the pond.
With the one possible exception of the last stanza. It is iterating sentiments previously stated but so does the stanza right before it. That, in turn, overplays the echo effect. And the penultimate stanza is a perfect ending anyway.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Dear Lady-Poet!
How encouraging and gratifying your words are to this humble bard .. read more
I had a.long...Maybe too long message here for you, and then I lost it somehow, but let me hit the highlights.

Personal favorite of yours. Love the loose rhyme structure to free verse and the emotional transition of this. You build in good background scenery, made me think of the homeplace, and insert your five that tamed the lion. Three imagery sits both, somehow.

Place to look at is the fourth line. It feels too abruts. Almost like a complete jarring stop. After looking adding an adverb before "gone" or evening up the strophe and aging a line before it may help. The dramatic pause interrupted the thought enough that it jolted my brain. That days, I think overall this is almost perfect

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JayceeC

1 Year Ago

Only two writers I know that possibly have correct sonnets, and definitely a love of metered verse a.. read more
Richard

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Jan … will do!
Richard

1 Year Ago

Precise in iambic pentameter, word choice, rhyme, and flow, Jan … a beautiful example of the Engli.. read more
A very soft and loving work of your undying love and a future together. I enjoyed this lovely read from beginning to end. To give a critical review, my skills would need to be far superior to what they are. It's hard to be critical of work this well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Hi, Willard!
What a wonderful take on this piece, My Friend … few can interpret my meanderi.. read more
'Soft dove coming to nurse with the lion'. What a beautiful image. Such tenderness and vulnerability here, and courage need for both. The flow of warm / cold, winter and summer gently rocks the reader. Natures loneliness personified is fantastic. Oh how I would love to stroll along the pond here.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Gosh, Jenn!
I must have really been a good boy to receive so many of your wonderful reviews, .. read more
Jennesis

1 Year Ago

Richard!! Oh my goodness, how your path has mirrored mine. As I approached my 40th birthday, I as d.. read more
Richard

1 Year Ago

Sharing with you, Jenn, is a wonderfully enlightened and growing blessing of joy, bonding, easy and .. read more
Long, but reads so well. I love the original word pictures you use, very evocative. Also like the similes ... woven like braids, wishes like ribbons. Lovely poem with its lovely ending.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Astri,
Your words of appreciation, understanding, and praise — a poem within the.. read more
Richard, Your beautiful poetic creations always lift my inner soul to places of the heart and yearnings.
How many times you have I met you near the sunny ponds in my long flowing sheer robes?
How many times have I crossed dimensions and loved with you under the stars? Folding together on soft feather satin dressed beds?
Met you in Ancient vintage gardens of timeless beauty?
How often do you steal my soul?
Beautiful places, Beautiful !
Next time.. can you take me to Emerald City :-)

Posted 1 Year Ago


well I am swept away by your whimsical poetry yet again and have no words to describe how I feel other then taken away on a stream of thought. As I feel the poem almost feels...moves...from one thing to another flowing perfectly. There are certain images in my mind that stick out so brilliantly, like being wrapped up inside of someone, and the ribbons of hair, but they are simply parts of the puzzle.

Thank you for this thought plucked from a wordsmith's mind!

Posted 1 Year Ago


I could not be a critic here you have only my admiration and appreciation. I think there is a misconception people who live and honor love and light block out their sorrows. Here you blend light and dark. You demonstrate how one can know desperate heartache and choose to embrace the love in life.
Gratitude to you my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Receiving such entreating words of gratification from a poet of your stature, Dear David, is encoura.. read more

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