poetry other than yours

some nights there is nothing more than her on my mind

what use to write of anything other?

sapid verses prevented recitation

by my clutching throat in retaliation;

no sufferable mentions, but of thee my lover.

no use! no use! will alleviation service me?

this night I fear your touch does evade,

thou absent kiss, a distant renegade;

solicitude has enervated me this eve.

lovesick retching in anxiety assailing,

fear another motif will not meet my pen

until our lips have duly banded (if even then),

thou lips and voice unwontedly prevailing;

perhaps no other verse shall I ever write again,

poetry other than yours wrought but not availing.

Reviews

[s y e]

This is just so perfect. I cannot tell you how much I loved it.

[m.s.early]

thank you noodle... I do appreciate your reviews and your writes :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Love, that most temperamental of Muses... when we are sin it, the ink flows; when it is lost, so is inspiration... This is a strong write with a "classic" feel, Xavier.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I adore how this flows together. :D

[Lyn Anderson]

Romantic and beautiful, but to be sure you have much more to write my friend.

[Lily Mae]

This is so raw and so true.. And yet we still do it all in the name of love... :) Excellent pen..xo

[m.s.early]

(: thank you so much. i'm glad you enjoyed it, lily mae :)

[Lily Mae]

Your welcome and anytime:) xo

[Sami Khalil]

Your emotions are prevalent as well as your wonderful words to convey them...:)................

[m.s.early]

Thank you Sami. That was eloquent, gracious , and truly appreciated :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Mockingbird]

these words jump off the page and make me want to retch in anxiety, too. such is the power and impact of this lovesick poem. it really causes the reader to gasp in incredulity at how one can capture and articulate an episode of the physical manifestations of anxiety and longing. you allow us access to the recesses of an unquiet mind. i have known no greater passion in poetry than in the verses of your own.

[m.s.early]

(: your thoughts are kind, gracious, and moving. thank you for appreciating the physiological description of love yearning. thank you so much :)

[Ruth]

Such potent emotion....the wanting, lamenting, even...what the hell can we voice when we do indeed yearn so badly? x

[m.s.early]

(: Lamenting... so true... the obsession can be captivating. thank you for reading poppy :)

[Ruth]

Always my pleasure hon, and it so can x

[DIVYA]

I could feel those lovesick emotions. As bad a suffering as withdrawal symptoms. Wonderful writing all yhe way.

[m.s.early]

(; thank you Divya, it's no doubt that some become addicted to love :)

[emmajoy]

' .. this night I fear your touch does evade, ~ thou absent kiss, a distant renegade;.. ' the craft of more than traditional poetising is not yet over.. hooray! You write with style and gently sad-romantic. Your poem would be so different if written in modern language - could be more harsh, flimsy and, less more.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you so much for appreciating traditionalism! I completely agree.

The old bard was always so careful to choose delicate words and although I could not write with his grace, his romantic architecture epitomizes (to me anyway) how a gentleman should approach a lady when wooing her :)