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.
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.
picture by khimaereus http://khimaereus.deviantart.com/art/Serenade-Of-Sorrow-94963535
Know one can control what the heart feels. Better to dance in the hilltop memories than to sing in the song of defeat.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Shadow....simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteShadow Dancing....
ReplyDeleteIf all these guys in your life left you sad and lonely...
Buh Bye!!!
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...
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful, the scent of your lips, sweet rose damask . . ' and the illustraton . . Perfection!
ReplyDeletethe ebb and flow between memory and reality, haapiness bleeding into loss, dance to song...feels like a ship pulling out to sea.
ReplyDelete"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...
ReplyDeleteOh, Shadow. Trying to make me cry? How I felt this.
ReplyDeleteMy opinion:
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
As always. And where's the book?
ReplyDeleteexquisite...
ReplyDeletekinda in the same vein:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_eM7LoJoW8
what a lovely lament
ReplyDeletei bow my head to the final note ...
ReplyDeleteit is incredible !!
all the poem , sure , but this first verse got deep for me !!
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...
ReplyDeletei think i'll go find me a hug...
;)
Always delighted to visit, absolutely beautiful. Take care.
ReplyDeletethe lines you traced on my body bare. love this ..
ReplyDeletethis 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..
:}
I love this one Shadow!
ReplyDeleteI put your post up on twitter as my pick for blog post of the day! #CraigsPick
Craig
Your poems frequently remind me of songs I love. This one makes me think of "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan, for some reason.
ReplyDeleteWow 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.
ReplyDeleteGM
Love this. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThere is a sweetness, even in defeat, a letting go of tensions spent. I like wistful!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Star
I saw blue when reading this and my old room as a kid...
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeletePeace and Love for you, SHADOW!
Thanks Shadow. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI like the way i always find beauty within the sorrow in your poems.
ReplyDeletehauntingly beautiful...
ReplyDeleteShadow, this is so good. Thank you dear...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
while lingering in the air the scent
ReplyDeleteof your lips, sweet rose damask.
scents always cause me to remember loves now past
Yes this does it for me - quite quite beautiful. Thank you
ReplyDeleteLove it! A missing soul ...
ReplyDeleteLovely. :)
ReplyDeleteAgain, just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMarvellous. How can you sing such ballads to distance? I would break my head and my heart in million pieces!...
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteThat was calm... and sublime.
ReplyDeleteNevine
What a beautiful, piercing memory.
ReplyDeleteyes, incredible from the title (love it) to the very last line...
ReplyDeleteYou're Good! ...
"awash in the essence of defeat"...
what a brilliant line!
It sounds like it was a good time while it lasted. Very good writing.
ReplyDeleteAlways refreshng never boring, visiting 1 door away from heaven is nice!
ReplyDeleteSecretia
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.
ReplyDeleteChris
Another lovely and sentimental poem, rich of emotion, from you. Shadow. You are real gem and touch our hearts.
ReplyDeletenice... and beautiful poem!!
ReplyDeleteI love all of your posts....
Very beautiful, Shadow. Thanks for sharing. Blessings :)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful, Shadow.
ReplyDeleteoh wow...i can literally feel this poem, deep -- your such an amazing talent
ReplyDeleteHi, 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.
ReplyDeleteI took a deep breath. Releasing it was pure bliss as I reread the words here.
ReplyDeleteSandi
You have the gift Shadow; a true and beautiful gift.
ReplyDeleteSo poignant
ReplyDeletei DO HOPE THESE TURN INTO SONG LYRICS. BEAUTIFUL.
ReplyDeleteOn 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.
beautiful...
ReplyDeleteYour poems are like
ReplyDeletewalking 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
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You are welcome to Oslo 2010:
http://toraa.blogspot.com/2009/10/oslo-blog-gathering-2010-preview.html
This has a wonderful Irish air about it.
ReplyDeleteShadow 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.
ReplyDeleteShadow- I really liked this-
ReplyDelete"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
Amazing! They are so perfectly paired that you can't tell if the picture came first, or the poem.
ReplyDeleteVery heart felt lovely poem, I feel her pain of losing her love:(
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