Revelelation

__Revelelation__

 

His waking thoughts drift

from Shadowy caress of dreams

An aching throb twists

clouded clutching of crave careens

a curtain crease kiss

Upon his face a thin light beam

Rubbing sleepy mist

his brow to a deep sigh he breathes

In a whispered wish

mouths “I’ll take it from here” in plea

 

Rising from repose

rousing sturdy frame

Creaking bones resound

outstretched bastion arms

Like a wise old bear

 saunters unafraid

 To window his gaze

her figure afar

 Sunrise streaks ablaze

thoughts to his smile charm

longing kind eyes praise

her view in disarm

a tear gives display

sky mirrors a storm

 

to hold her

hand in mine

cradle fold

band entwine

to drink her

grand sublime

scent her soothe

bask her fine

for in this

I

Would

Gladly

die

Reviews

[Shandra Sun]

Your heart is unveiled in this poem, bunny. And yet mysterious, like you always do. I was reading this jewel pretending I can't decode the language, just to feel the serene cadence of the words, so harmonious like the little waves on a quiet lake. What an abundance in your soul. Thank you for sharing that with us.

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

thank you so much Shandra sun smile, that makes me happy:) that picture is my face reflected on a puddle in front of my house right after a storm thought it would be fitting

[Shandra Sun]

I forgot to mention the picture. I love it. There is so much longing in your eyes. For a dream that caught you off guard.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

”To hold her.. hand in mine..cradle fold..band entwine..to drink her”- yes, this is heart-speak at its finest Robert. The ardor, the longing, the you-ness of this poem surrounds us and holds us enthralled “in outstretched bastion arms”. Bear and Bunny, we hear your exquisitely eloquent words, we see your mystical reflection, we feel your soul emerge...This is MasterClass poetry, unparalleled. Bowing now to the Poet unbound...

[John the Baptist]

I can definitely think of worse ways to wake up. Cannot decide, however, whether the description is of a vision, a memory or the remnants of a dream. Whatever, it is very moving.

PS: I can't find a definition for "Revelelation."

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

he he I made it up... sometimes the dictionary needs to catch up to my mind:) Thanks John

[Sami Khalil]

An intense and so impacting poem with wonderful lines to quote. You deserve praise where you set the words ablaze. You cradle the dreams of yesteryear to make them reality of the future. Keep the revelations coming...

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

Thank you Sami:) I will keep trying!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Robert.

[emmajoy]

' Sunrise streaks ablaze - thoughts to his smile charm - longing kind eyes praise - her view in disarm -
a tear gives display - sky mirrors a storm.. '

And thereby hangs an epic first, third..and more chapter, Robert.

This is the you hiding behind a velvet gold-coloured curtain... literally rapt in happy anticipation.. waiting to take off into the sweet sighing unknown. This is bunny even finer than before. Your photo speaks a chapter of its own!

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

Gram-mercy's grateful gripping gasp:)

[emmajoy]

I read between lines.. sometimes.. Happy September, my friend. Tarrah.

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

you read between besides inside below and betwixt and perhaps even backwards!

[emmajoy]

I did belong to a gymnastics club a lifetime ago - hence my agility. Sadly, it didn't reach my brain!

[emmajoy]

Think this review stuck, thank goodness.. so sorry if I missed a few, never intentional.

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

Not at all you always brighten my day when you do:)

[Light]

You remember dear Robert, when I always tell You how gentle and sensitive You are and Your emotions are? I've waited to read something like THIS from You, when that very dear part of You is unfolding and flowing like the free wind, the poem itself is also brilliant from the title to the chosen words, the font and Your photo, of course Your last verse is sublime, I have no doubts to say that this poem is my most favorite from You from those ones I've read, for me absolutely 100l/00!

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

in your grace my words cannot express my gratitude dear light sometimes the dictionary doesn't have the right words available

[Light]

My real pleasure dear Robert.

[Patricia Wedel]

To revel in another's soul...
to long for the dream once more...
Looking through a prism of colors spent
where falling stars gather in a cloud of
rain and sun drops where breaths cease to be...
truly, Pat

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

this may be the prettiest review i have ever gotten:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest bunny... perhaps when we cease to breath,
there will be the prettiest view we have ever seen...
thank you for comprehending my feelings. truly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

I sense such a deep longing and intense yearning within.
your lines..a heartfelt revelation/write of hidden emotions surfacing...the last lines so touching ..so tenderly expressed...

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

thank you so much Fran... it was a hard one to wrestle out of me but the last grouping was like a bullet:)

[Fran Marie]

Well it's a beautifully written piece ..great picture also..you're welcome Robert..

[Mrudula Rani]

To a slow beat your Revelation could become a sweet melodic song of amour, Roberto. Going to bring lovelorn followers in million. The longing always awakens at dawn and follows like pursuer never letting solace... and come tomorrow the ardor there once more! An incurable saudade. ( a coisa mais dolorosa que existe na vida!) .

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

so very true Mrudula it hurts like daggers, the wound never really heals. and still we crave for the stabbing

[h d e rushin]

"her view in disarm
a tear gives display,
sky mirrors a storm"

I just about fell out of my chair while reading this my friend. I placed a comma there intentionally after display, but not to change the meaning. "use a comma after a introductory transition" is my way of sorting out
the trussed, covered frame of my own thinking, not yours my friend. It's like being in love, you intentionally omit the characteristics you hate, like that acne on her back or the way you might slurp the coffee from the saucer. Poetry doesn't get any more heartfelt this this …...dana

[Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)]

well Dana if its any consolation... I just fasten my seat-belt when I read you now:) thank you so much for such kind words