Revelelation

Revelelation

A Poem by Robert Trakofler
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A recent editing of an old poem added a spoken word link in the reviewers notes section:) yes even the Bunny writes a love poem or two:)

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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



© 2020 Robert Trakofler


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Robert Trakofler

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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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

thank you so much Shandra sun smile, that makes me happy:) that picture is my face reflected on a pu.. read more
Shandra Sun

1 Year Ago

I forgot to mention the picture. I love it. There is so much longing in your eyes. For a dream that .. read more



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This is utterly gorgeous. I am lost in the wonders the subject holds for this mysterious, enchanting woman. The imagery is so light and beautiful, like a film shot with a bright filter. Lovely.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

wow Laura I am so flattered you liked it:)
Knowing what should be known before hand could save the soul from the sudden unknown.
I'm glad you are not left unaware.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

i still get surprised tho dear Kay
Kay Salisu Titilola

1 Year Ago

And that could be the fun of it.
Do you know what this made me think of? Watching Rocky Balboa sitting in a chair in front of his wife tombstone. Talking to her as if she was still there. And that one small bit of emotion that he’ll show now and again when the pain really grips his soul, No matter how tough man is he’s not immortal and he has not made of stone. All men bleed in the end

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

it was never clear whom was disarmed before the tear in my mind so i left it up to you Tate:) but th.. read more
Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Hmm a feeling we all know too well . It does drive our souls to continue on.!
I liked the description of waking up with the sun coming through the windows. Very seductive words filled with desire and romance. Elegant poem! Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

in spite of every method i could contrapt those darn curtains seem to wriggle out of closure
Lydia Shutter

1 Year Ago

But there is something wonderful about seeing beams of sunlight across the blankets in the morning!
Lovingly described , old bones or not , love how the last lines flow.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

those last lines came out like a bullet but the first two groups were rewritten a dozen times:)
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DAH
I love the yearning in this piece, in this line: "to hold her
hand in mine
cradle fold
band entwine
to drink her
grand sublime", and the language is clearly you, unique to you.

I like the onslaught of words to this (for me, anyway) difficult to decode poem.

Bravo, Robert!
DAH

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

burning yearnings, spurning stirrings, whispers wooing waking churning
DAH

1 Year Ago

... as Alice said: "Everything is what it isn't".
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

thank you so much Shandra sun smile, that makes me happy:) that picture is my face reflected on a pu.. read more
Shandra Sun

1 Year Ago

I forgot to mention the picture. I love it. There is so much longing in your eyes. For a dream that .. read more
This is a melancholic piece, bunny. Rhapsody like and has a certain tragic element of an epic-hero.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

some days my creaking bones resonate rhapsody
You describe the opening scene as he awakens so clearly and the whole effort of getting his old bones to function as he stops at seeing the sun and wonder and ponders. As always the words woven in play are enticing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

1 Year Ago

thanks john it was a struggle to get the cadence and word tone right on this one I put a lot of time.. read more

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Added on August 28, 2019
Last Updated on October 14, 2020
Tags: stirrings, yearning, dreams, hunger, crave, affection, ethereal, lust, touch, ache, longing

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Robert Trakofler
Robert Trakofler

pittsburgh, PA



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I am the Bunny but the bunny isn't me long live the bunny Hello I’m Robert I own an art gallery and performance space in Pittsburgh called The Zenith It is also an antique store and a veget.. more..

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