Wednesday, October 14, 2009

serenade of sorrow






i bow my head to the final note
as it drifts into darkening dusk,
while lingering in the air the scent
of your lips, sweet rose damask.
and the lines you traced on my body bare
when we danced on that moonlit hill,
tremble as the wistful breeze
envelops my presence still…

awash is the essence of defeat
in the passing of our time,
that sings a farewell to your absent soul
in the distance the bells start to chime.




60 comments:

  1. Know one can control what the heart feels. Better to dance in the hilltop memories than to sing in the song of defeat.

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  2. Shadow Dancing....
    If all these guys in your life left you sad and lonely...
    Buh Bye!!!

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  3. there is not a single word I'd say could be taken off this poem. They fit so perfectly. And so does the pic. The rhythm...dark and light music and silence...all in one. You Goddess N#1...

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  4. Simply beautiful, the scent of your lips, sweet rose damask . . ' and the illustraton . . Perfection!

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  5. the ebb and flow between memory and reality, haapiness bleeding into loss, dance to song...feels like a ship pulling out to sea.

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  6. "that sings a farewell to your absent soul" I liked that line! I remember a time when I felt like I had an absent soul...

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  7. Oh, Shadow. Trying to make me cry? How I felt this.

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  8. My opinion:

    It gives the feeling of hitting the bottom and victory instead of defeat is close at hand.

    I see dycotomy in the defeat word

    and the bells chiming is signaling something new like the start of the next round or new time starting.

    I like it.

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  9. exquisite...

    kinda in the same vein:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_eM7LoJoW8

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  10. i bow my head to the final note ...
    it is incredible !!
    all the poem , sure , but this first verse got deep for me !!

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  11. when absence comes, and why it comes i don't know, and yet it seems it must, so when absence comes let the tears fall...
    i think i'll go find me a hug...
    ;)

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  12. Always delighted to visit, absolutely beautiful. Take care.

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  13. the lines you traced on my body bare. love this ..

    this is very touching, I wept when I read that sings farewell to your absent soul in the distance the bells start to chime.

    When I was a child and even now back home, the passing of someone is started and ended with the bells chiming.

    BLess you dearest Shadow..
    :}

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  14. I love this one Shadow!

    I put your post up on twitter as my pick for blog post of the day! #CraigsPick

    Craig

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  15. Your poems frequently remind me of songs I love. This one makes me think of "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan, for some reason.

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  16. Wow Shadow you sometimes feel as though you sit in my soul and pull out the feelings I have no words for...thank you and this is gorgeous and lush.

    GM

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  17. There is a sweetness, even in defeat, a letting go of tensions spent. I like wistful!
    Blessings, Star

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  18. I saw blue when reading this and my old room as a kid...

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  19. I'll be brief (maybe?). The same word I wish here, as laughingwolf was moved to use--EXQUISITE--as in exquisitely sad am I reading this. Even as I know well the bell signals the beginning of the new life. the better life, at the end of which there will be no discord, no mistrust, no deceit, no yearning, nor thought even--for the preparatory human condition.

    Peace and Love for you, SHADOW!

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  20. I like the way i always find beauty within the sorrow in your poems.

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  21. Shadow, this is so good. Thank you dear...

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  22. Beautiful.

    I find it very often difficult to find fitting words to describe what I think and feel when I see your posts. Not easy to express it in English, but I do really like your poems and beautiful pictures that go with them.

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  23. while lingering in the air the scent
    of your lips, sweet rose damask.

    scents always cause me to remember loves now past

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  24. Yes this does it for me - quite quite beautiful. Thank you

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  25. Marvellous. How can you sing such ballads to distance? I would break my head and my heart in million pieces!...

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  26. yes, incredible from the title (love it) to the very last line...

    You're Good! ...

    "awash in the essence of defeat"...
    what a brilliant line!

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  27. It sounds like it was a good time while it lasted. Very good writing.

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  28. Always refreshng never boring, visiting 1 door away from heaven is nice!

    Secretia

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  29. Shadow, the poem is lovely and sad. The beloved is gone and your memories are vivid. The bells say it is time to begin again, to gather in, get on with it. Thanks for a good read.
    Chris

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  30. Another lovely and sentimental poem, rich of emotion, from you. Shadow. You are real gem and touch our hearts.

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  31. nice... and beautiful poem!!
    I love all of your posts....

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  32. Very beautiful, Shadow. Thanks for sharing. Blessings :)

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  33. I honestly don't mean this in any flippant sense.... but you really can't beat bells chiming in writing. It was the most marvellous ending to the most marvellous piece.

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  34. oh wow...i can literally feel this poem, deep -- your such an amazing talent

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  35. Hi, Shadow. Ilove your sits and have joined you. I am in a divorce, at age 69, that I didn't see coming. i have had blogs since 2004 and don't know what I would do without blogs. I know how much time the right photo takes and how perfect yours are. Visit me sometime: kathyberman.com.

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  36. I took a deep breath. Releasing it was pure bliss as I reread the words here.
    Sandi

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  37. You have the gift Shadow; a true and beautiful gift.

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  38. i DO HOPE THESE TURN INTO SONG LYRICS. BEAUTIFUL.

    On another note, please take the sisterhood award from my blog. It is meant for people who have joined hands and supported each other with strenght and warmth. I count you among my sisters.

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  39. Your poems are like
    walking alone
    on a deserted beach
    hoping for
    hoping for
    what you can not
    yet reveal
    for your self
    not a shell,
    not a dead fish upond the Sand
    not a family playing with their kids
    Solitude
    Crowds
    A spot to sit down
    to ...
    just look at the waves

    -----
    You are welcome to Oslo 2010:
    http://toraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/oslo-blog-gathering-2010-preview.html

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  40. Shadow this is beautiful. One post ago there was a pic on my blog that I said reminded me of The Shining, and there on your blog is a pic of crazy Jack Nicholson. Today I am mid-write on a bost re: music and there on your blog is this post. Criss crossing synapses. Hmmmm. Thanks for stopping by! Time is precious and I value those you spend with me.

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  41. Shadow- I really liked this-
    "while lingering in the air the scent
    of your lips, sweet rose damask"
    the whole thing echoes slowly like a wind long gone. nice. ~rick

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  42. Amazing! They are so perfectly paired that you can't tell if the picture came first, or the poem.

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  43. Very heart felt lovely poem, I feel her pain of losing her love:(

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