Saudade

Saudade

A Poem by Robin
"

between the scattered pages

"
in the silence 
I see 
the flashes 
of mystery 
between the scattered pages 
of the story 
of my heart 
I have this: 
truth 
my love 
instincts driving 
the sacrificial need 
burned into my soul 
these words I bear 
this undeniable  desire
the crushing weight 
of the poetry 
of lonely nights 
my sin:   
devotion 
  
my solace: 
the mundane 
sound of water 
time be still 
this longing 
the silent sound 
I feel 
between each breath  
            saudade 
copyright 2015 Robin Christopher Amaral

© 2015 Robin


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The "beauty" of language is all the more evident when you can define a "feeling" as being characteristic of a regional cultural diversity ...but... does one have to be of that "regional cultural diversity" OR from that particular region OR even - well, I think you get my drift ... to understand and be fully aware of that depiction?

So many words attached to heritages are seldom politically correct word usages whether racially or gender charged ...anymore. A rose is NOT a rose by any other name - in these times.

I liked the soft flow of the thoughts this one brought to mind.



Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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'Saudade' is a word that I recently discovered and made a mental note to write a poem around it. Small world to stumble across your poem. This just serves as an affirmation to continue with my intent.

Your poem is nature's bliss, a salve for the soul, and peace for the mind. Lovely!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Such a beautifully written nostalgic piece, deeply affecting poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The "beauty" of language is all the more evident when you can define a "feeling" as being characteristic of a regional cultural diversity ...but... does one have to be of that "regional cultural diversity" OR from that particular region OR even - well, I think you get my drift ... to understand and be fully aware of that depiction?

So many words attached to heritages are seldom politically correct word usages whether racially or gender charged ...anymore. A rose is NOT a rose by any other name - in these times.

I liked the soft flow of the thoughts this one brought to mind.



Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's always like praying with you...breathing in your work

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You write from such a beautiful and honest place in your heart...Indeed, from the pure silence of your mind and soul. Loved your words, especially ' In the silences I see flashes of mystery'...

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful and austere, glad I wandered by

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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