Paper and Parchment, Love and Lost

Paper and Parchment, Love and Lost

A Poem by Conrad Wrobel
"

a Shakespearean love poem born of fantasy

"

I write my woman on the wall.
Drawn in words and letters.
Clothed only in the tenderest of ink,
loosely splayed across her shoulders
and down her wispy back.
Flowing,
Catching a gust of wind as
she steps off the wallpaper.
We greet as only two lost lovers can...
A tight embrace...
of lips.
of hips.
I can feel her, hold her,
know she's mine
fondle her softly...
(she may tear if I am not gentle).
My quill dips and flutters,
and now her hair develops -
envelopes my hand.
As red as dawn,
(for the color of the sun itself
would be painful to stare at
for such long periods of time.)
She is not painful.
For she is nothing but a visage.
Yet my black jar is full,
so my descriptions may
linger...
Her skin now resembles my own
(Not unlike a rose petal)
it has texture and taste...
so sweet,
so full,
as warm as candlelight
that makes her glow in the dark.
So warm she burns me.
Her hair becomes black.
Her skin now parchment
and flaking against my skin.
My stained fingernails straining
to grasp one last hold
of her heaving bosom,
but...
her smooth features fade.
Once again,
resembling simple scrawling,
of the words that so delicately describe her.

The shadows consume her,
and yet
my thoughts linger,
so real
To me...
As real as the candle
that makes her glow in the night.
And burn.
Even the flames
cannot dry my cheeks
as my only everything
slowly cracks and floats
away on a gale of words,
a wisp of a wish,
and a heart that can bear no more.

© 2009 Conrad Wrobel


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Wow this is a stinning piece. Your lines are amazing and engaging, I really enjoyed this piece. Very well done.

"I write my woman on the wall.
Drawn in words and letters.
Clothed only in the tenderest of ink,
loosely splayed across her shoulders
and down her wispy back.
Flowing,
Catching a gust of wind as
she steps off the wallpaper.
We greet as only two lost lovers can...
A tight embrace...
of lips.
of hips.
I can feel her, hold her,
know she's mine
fondle her softly...
(she may tear if I am not gentle).
My quill dips and flutters,
and now her hair develops -
envelopes my hand.
As red as dawn,
(for the color of the sun itself
would be painful to stare at
for such long periods of time.)
She is not painful.
For she is nothing but a visage.
Yet my black jar is full,
so my descriptions may
linger...
Her skin now resembles my own
(Not unlike a rose petal)
it has texture and taste...
so sweet,
so full,
as warm as candle
that makes her glow in the dark.
So warm she burns me.
Her hair becomes black.
Her skin now parchment
and flaking against my skin.
My stained fingernails straining
to grasp one last hold
of her heaving bosom,
but...
her smooth features fade.
Once again,
resembling simple scrawling,
of the words that so delicately describe her.

The shadows consume her,
and yet
my thoughts linger,
so real
To me...
As real as the candle
that makes her glow in the night.
And burn.
Even the flames
cannot dry my cheeks
as my only everything
slowly cracks and floats
away on a gale of words,
a wisp of a wish,
and a heart that can bear no more."


Posted 13 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

This is an excellent piece of literature. I recognize the Shakespearean influence. A Mid Summer Nights Dream perhaps? The simplicity of the use of your chosen words work well to strenghen the idea that less can definatley be a whole lot more! The emotion seethes and builds in a strong candence that spills over when the intentional pauses let your mind catch up with your eyes. Using the lost women as a candle representation helps to build the foundation that becomes the methaphore that consumes the reader. The comphereson is vivid. It is easy to see why your piece recieved the award. Nicely done sir.
-jr

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely am ENTHRALLED with your style. Am i being self centric when I say you remind me of me? I mean we are both grasping for the same elusive substance out of the air and I just completely get this poem. I love it, you are talented etc. But in all seriousness I love this sort of odd rhythm that is very unique. Excellent job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

geez, no wonder you won.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! What a vision of an word-artist/Pygmalion. Oh, fantasy lovers are so fickle, here one minute and gone the next! You make us almost feel the skin and taste that kiss. Methinks you were visited by some Goddess/Muse.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely! A new favorite. Have to go vote in a contest now.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW, an incredible poem that flows along so beautifully with surprises and feelings that touch deeply ....
"so sweet, so full, as warm as candle that makes her glow in the dark. So warm she burns me."
and again you tie this image in beautifully....
" As real as the candle that makes her glow in the night. And burn. Even the flames cannot dry my cheeks"
Honestly, this is so full of beautiful images--your imagination brings forth a beautiful tapestry.



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very much a sad and mournful song, nicely written.
jaff

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I wish we could clutch on to the wisps of our imagination but then it would not be so ethereal.Your dream woman is like a luminous glow,a dancing flame of a candle.She is a "wisp of a wish".She drifts around like a rose petal.
"The shadows consume her" ...this is how dreams fade away elusively leaving us unsatiated.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow this is most special,unique and imaginative

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I thought this was very beautiful and so eloquently worded good luck in the contest.

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Conrad Wrobel
Conrad Wrobel

Eastsound, WA



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It's lonely in my mind...may I step into yours for a second? I write comedy, scripts, and poetry. I dream of being a successful stand up comedian, and will eventually have something of that nature po.. more..

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