Pause Between The Lines

Gold and glad as the newborn sun,

I rose with such splendor

and gave such gifts: my heart, my soul -

all that made me tender.

With sweet smiles and wiles, he pursued,

at least professed to be;

and I was drowned in waves of love

that rose inside of me.

 

The dawn was tinted pirouettes.

My heart was wooed and won.

He captured all the tender parts.

My love had come undone;

and in the wood, beneath the tree,

he called me ‘starry-eyed,’

and plucked my petals one by one.

The weeping willow cried.

 

The moon lifts up her offering.

She haunts my string of pearls.

I weep in waves that none can see

for broken-hearted girls.

Each pearl a tear, a memory

of what has come to pass.

Each dream a ghost, a venery,

a shadow on the grass.

 

Reflected in deep pools of thought,

I wish that you were near.

I speak the language of the heart

that few have come to hear.

In my hand, my heart, my flower -

my gift of love to you.

I weep in waves of innocence

whose love is always true.

 

You shadow every step I take.

Your love, it lived and died.

You are the pause between the lines

and I the unclaimed bride.

The silence drifts in muffs of snow.

My bloom is swept away;

and the whole earth is winter now.

The sun has doused its ray.

 

My lashes sweep the waning light.

A gleam is in my eyes;

and ever more, I see your face

in these Virginia skies.

A sentimental fool, perhaps.

I always feel you near.

The winding road runs out of sight.

I wipe away a tear.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris]

I felt the timelessness of this one...

[Sharon Kinsella]

You make your writing seem effortless. I can see you casting on the page and making it appear.

The pause between the lines is that empty place that we all stop by and just dream.
Great write and beautiful imagery.

[Sagar Patil]

Lovely poetry.

[Charles]

This poem is especially well done - I really like stanzas 2 and 3. Great imagery and a tight theme that stays constant and on path throughout. good work.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what exquisite and glorious weaving of language~ captivated/captured by the imagery you weave with such supple insight into beauty and love of multiple facets~

[Dinesh Sairam]

A perfect example of what prosodic variance could do to a poem. I would say this is perfect-- But if I really had to say something, I'd recommend not using uncommon words ('pirouettes', venery: I know, they aren't supposed to be uncommon. But at this time and day, English is a-dying! :( ). I'll library and give a 100! :)

Keep writing.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

WOW so mellow dramatic...

You shadow every step I take.
Your love, it lived and died.
You are the pause between the lines
and I the unclaimed bride.
The silence drifts in muffs of snow.
My bloom is swept away;
and the whole earth is winter now.
The sun has doused its ray.

I could feel the ice fill my heart as I read your words... so much sorrow but wonderfully expressive and creative.