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The Feast

You are as food and drink to my life
As showers give soul to the ground;
And for the joy to see you, the knife
Severs heart and soul without sound.
Yet, if my cry should reach your ears
And you could know you are my treasure;
To drink all my yearning tears
I would love you without measure.
For my eyes delight on the face in my sight
And happy am I for that stare
From you who ignite all my dreams at night
And dissolve my inner being without care.
So I grieve and aspire each long day,
To feast on you if you would only come my way.

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  1. Date: 11/24/2011 12:00:00 AM
    LIZ, ;-) stopping by to wish you and everyone a happy THANKSGIVING! LOVE THE STROLL HERE, IN YOUR POEM...Have yourself a wonderful and lovely holiday. God Bless,.. p.d.

  1. Date: 9/27/2011 9:34:00 AM
    I am stopping by your wonderful poetry today to thank you for your kind comments on my writing Elizabeth. Hope you have an inspiration filled week. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 9/22/2011 10:09:00 PM
    The longing is worth all the pain. Are just words said so you don't go insane. But they can make you want to shoot someone. I guess it's good I don't have a gun.:)

  1. Date: 9/20/2011 6:33:00 PM
    The true feast was my eyes devouring this poem

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 5:03:00 PM
    Tender and touching piece, my friend

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 4:57:00 PM
    what a wonderful feast it is...lovely..i all love reading your poems...you bring in newness in every single one

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 2:50:00 PM
    Smile, *^_^* “Another Compelling In Painted Verseful Rich Poetic Colours My Dear Precious & Priceless, Blessed & Beautiful Elizabeth! *^_^* Quite Talented & Profound This Depth From Which Yours Beauties Brush Does So Dip, My Dear *^_^* This Heartful Moment In Particular Causes Myself to Reflect As Most Things Often Do Upon, The Words of `The King of Kings!` *^_^* `I Am The Bread of Life; The Living Water` *^_^* Very Beautiful As Expected & Thank You, For Such A Lovely Kind Com; Tis Sweet of You!” === My Love Unto Your Gifted Beauty, Always & Forever, Jasper *

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 2:48:00 PM
    This reminded me of the mermaids from "pirates of the caribbean on stranger tides"... lol. Nice one dear friend

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 1:06:00 PM
    He's a lucky guy I think. Tony

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 11:49:00 AM
    How beautiful your sonnet!!! I really enjoyed reading this poem!=====Lori

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 11:36:00 AM
    Here is La Gitana The Gypsy Hush! - That quiet sultry dark forbidding gaze What black rich blood runs her veins? She of the woods Of the caravan Of the moonlit midnight campfires But hear! Distantly A minor sound Bitter sweet Eternally sad Some scarred battered old violin sings Intoning invitation The man – Short but Swarthy His eyes young but oh so ancient A polka dot bandana Hiding coal black hair Rises Motions the woman Then begins the dance Slowly Slowly gaining speed Gaining madness Accelerating! Until The very forest animals are charged Watching Mesmerized The ghosts of many campfires Hundreds Hover round Just their white white moonshot eyes distinct The fiddle howls A demon on the run It is one charmed erotic whirling circle Tempting the angels looking down

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 11:34:00 AM
    Yes! These fantasies are like a feast, but when you awaken you are still hungry. Super write. I'll look up La Gitana. Love, daver. Here is La Gitan The Gypsy Hush! - That quiet sultry dark forbidding gaze What black rich blood runs her veins? She of the woods Of the caravan Of the moonlit midnight campfires But hear! Distantly A minor sound Bitter sweet Eternally sad Some scarred battered old violin sings Intoning invitation The man – Short but Swarthy His eyes young but oh so ancient A polka dot bandana Hiding coal black hair Rises Motions the woman Then begins the dance Slowly Slowly gaining speed Gaining madness Accelerating! Until The very forest animals are charged Watching Mesmerized The ghosts of many campfires Hundreds Hover round Just their white white moonshot eyes distinct The fiddle howls A demon on the run It is one charmed erotic whirling circle Tempting the angels looking down

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 11:14:00 AM
    This one is so filled with a special kind of depth and beauty that I'm beginning to wonder if you might not have been Emily Dickinson in your previous life. But it ends on such a sad, lonely note, Elizabeth. I hope and pray you find your hearts desire because you certainly deserve all the love and goodness this life has to offer. Luv & Smiles, Terry

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 11:13:00 AM
    oh, the longing...deeply described; enjoyed; john

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 10:39:00 AM
    another fantastic write on your take of love...well done..TAH

  1. Date: 9/19/2011 9:59:00 AM
    7 star write, Elizabeth. Loved the path you took and then to come back round full circle . . . so well done. Again, you've stirred up a pot of heartache that is beautiful and haunting... Cheers, Cyndi