Deeply Abiding Ways . . . (poetic souls)

SESTETS (see Author's Note) "Deeply Abiding Way… such poignant words that would be beautifully written in verse." – Linda Marie

Deeply Abiding Ways . . .

’Twas in those youthful days before,

no way the boy knew what’s in store,

tho’ naïve passions sought much more.

As days accrue to months and years,

one learns to stand-up to their fears;

for, they’re not weak who cry sad tears.

Yeah! Walk that walk ’n talk that talk,

just strut your stuff and never baulk …

have no delusions it’s post hoc.

For, what’s not seen one never knows;

that, which is not smooth ~ never flows;

it’s the way of life … I suppose.

One day, this youth becomes a man,

looks back upon how he began …

in deeply abiding ways can,

see now what he never could;

that, to become the man he should,

he’d have to know much more of good.

As time swept by he learned a lot,

of how to keep what he had got,

and all the things that he cannot.

But, as a youth, his soul was rent …

used sexually, with no consent;

leaving his morals somewhat bent.

In poetry, he found a home,

to live wherever he might roam;

sunrise to twilight’s softened gloam.

He honed his skills to suit his need,

spread far and wide his word borne seed,

satiating all sultry greed.

At poet’s redolent behest,

the gentle rising of ripe breasts,

with lips to deposed heart so pressed.

Primal blood flow’s quickened blushing …

and, by thy cheeks’ warmest flushing,

hot pearl river's sated rushing.

Without a care of right or wrong.

to rhythmic beats of lilting song,

dance enthralled maidens right along.

Rapt in desire, each body sways …

poetic games in rapture plays,

in such deeply abiding ways.

Richard W. Jenkins

           ©2019

Author's Note

Sestets in 8-Count Monorhymed Triplets
Artwork: Amoré, by A.Andrew Gonzalez … acrylic and gesso on board.
"post hoc" Occurring or done after the event, especially with reference
to the fallacious assumption that the occurrence in question has
a logical relationship with the event it follows.

Feel free to comment on anything you feel will better my craft. : )

Please, take a moment to read Linda Marie's incomparably beautiful, soul-stirring Sonnet:
"Deeply Abiding Way"
https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/linmarvan/2144989/

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I have to be honest and say that I had to read this several times over two days. Yesterday, I read it twice and just found it incredibly difficult to fall into. I don't know. The format seemed to force the poem, and I just didn't feel it. Today, I've read it twice more. I still feel the same. It's almost as if you forced yourself to write this poem, and your heart wasn't really into it. There's a sense of disassociation from the poem like you wanted to write it but just couldn't allow yourself to become immersed in the words. Maybe it was too personal. I feel like you skimmed the surface but didn't dive deep. For whatever reason, I just didn't connect with you through this poem. Your artistry is ever-present, along with your detail for rhyme and meter, I just feel like your heart was outside taking a break. 💙

[Richard🖌]

Ahhh, Lady Linda Marie,
You're so awakening right about everything you've said. From your insights, it's easy to grasp, confirm, and reflect it all into my own mind.
Hmmm, what to do with this piece?
It seems too involved and complex to edit to any reasonable degree in overcoming its issues, and it's too well done and presented technically to dump … I guess I'll leave it posted as is. Someone might enjoy it for their own reasons, eh?

Thank you most appreciatively, Dear Linda Marie … I always appreciate your keen intellect and sincerity of heartfelt intent.
Always, tops in my book … big hug! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I really wanted to love this, for reasons of which we are both keenly aware; but I really struggled with it. Then, I didn't want to review it at all because of my feelings about it. I didn't want to be negative in any way. Then again, I couldn't not review it, and I didn't want to lie about my feelings. I hope my words didn't hurt you in any way. I just feel like I know you, and I just didn't feel you in the poem.

[Richard🖌]

Oh, Dear Linda Marie,
You have never hurt me in any way … quite the contrary, I've aways loved and admired your honesty, naturalness, sincerity, and lovely-hearted being that breathes out from all your poetry, conversation, and reviews.
I would expect no less from You than being the brilliant woman you have always been to me.

I am deeply, respectfully, and appreciatively grateful for You … thank you so very warmly, Linda Marie; I don't feel Me in this poem, either. : )

[kitty]

....and he did it his way!!!"' Regrets he had a few ...but then again too few to mention..." Your object can surely say he lived! Thank you for sharing this heartfelt piece.

[Richard🖌]

Over the years, Dear Kitty,
You're surely one to know so very well the nature of an author's many passions.

Bless you with warmest thanks and a lovely day! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[kitty]

So very often, with the pressures put on us by life we look forward to an escape from 'The Reality' We are then grateful to the 'friends' who are the comfort needed to withstand the unpleasantness that this world offers and appreciate the good people/ things that soothes the hurt! Again - thank you for being that 'contributer' of nice thoughts.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sometimes on paper thoughts are free to be that person we wish...wished we could be...different ..interesting... captivating as always🌹

[Richard🖌]

Ahhh, Dear Kelly....
Such lovely, insightful words of knowing accolades you bestow.
read moreAhhh, Dear Kelly....
Such lovely, insightful words of knowing accolades you bestow.

Ever in your wondrous grace … warmest hug of thanks! ⁓ Richard 🍃