Doylestown Forest Nymph
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Having been told recently that at some point in my poetry writing it all changed, made me do some serious searching through the times it was supposed to have happened. It was true, and this poem probably was the last of what might be described as beautiful, and into the realm of fantasia and uncertainty. I became embedded into the soul and makeup of what Edgar Alan Poe must surely have been searching for, but quite obviously never found in his own lifetime. Poet Maya Angelou put me onto this quest, which continues to this day. The first poem I penned on this quest, I believe was LOOKING FOR LIGEA, another thing Poe searched for but never found. "To love, we die, or never love one bit..." Poe himself described it as being. And so I return to the beauty of the forest, maybe I will have better luck than Poe. Maya Angelou seemed to think so, and even told me as much.
DOYLESTOWN FOREST NYMPH
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,
she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.
I'd never be the same, from just that look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, that opened book,
my heart had bared to her that summer day.
The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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