The Dilettante Diaries: the Divine Feminine - a Tale of Seduction
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
–“Sonnett XVII,” by Pablo Neruda
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
–Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy
“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
–The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Dilettante Diaries: "The Divine Feminine (A Tale of Seduction)"
Violet’s so complicated
her Blue Blues and
Jade Greens like
cordon bleu over-rated
but the Light emanating
from her eyes shines
like a magnet over him
he’s drawn to her
like moth to flame
to picture love
whatever it is
and to fancy
by safe distance
he writes his dreams
flying flights of
haggard bedazzled
black crows
off a page to
placate the She,
Muse Mysterious,
it’s all untouchable
lilting semantics
he’s no big cat
he won’t stray
then a sense of time
days running away
fast, ticking time
closing in at the
turnstiles
life’s racing away
and there he goes
and gets all
Cross-eyed
Romantic
The 50 Move Rule
is irretrievably thrown
he’s now
check mating away
Freshwater's a
Kiss Away
He’s walking a thin line
between hubris and
the solitary confinement
of hard-rising
addled adolescent thoughts,
he is curfewed,
tied and bound
in this new
foreign soiled
madness of mind
blindfolded without
touch, yet he always
arrests himself in time -
but then, much later,
The Burnished flame
Checks his Revelator
Buries his pride deep
For once doesn’t hide
for the day
moves in closer
he’s crossed the line
he’s just a breath away
Words by two
he’s in deep
two minds enter
the Race Course
the cost of winning
is not cheap
they’re at play
words are written
minds and thoughts
transferred
cerebral
parlay
Laughs a smile
Pulls him in closer
each day
Silently
Romancing
the dancing
Silent Knight into play,
the one who comes forward
then bolts, backs away
She's painting a story
with colours unheard of
divine
our fearless
Dark Feline
Dances in time
with her
Red Rose Heart Opening
in the turnstiles
places bets on
her token
Life's Rhyme
Open Book
pages unlined
waiting for colour
feelings imprint
this story has a
spine
She Muse
Writes her story
her way
It’s enough to make
a lost soul
want to pray
Ropes cast off
Freedom
She’s Sunlight
Divine Heat
pulls him in ragged
pulls him in messed up
not neat (it's a given)
all the
sweet soul surfing way
The journey begins
Dark Feline
Divine Dance
Words Romancing
LOVE
is to be
nurtured
hot-blooded
is certain to win
Autumn-to-Winter’s
last chance
Who shall say
such is the wanting heart
never to be cast out
as black sin
cast crumpled
away
that is the chance
of the risk
that
LOVE
is
Last Chance for
two Lovers
minds dance
Love’s Parlay
Anchors Aweigh!
Slow Steaming
24 knots
Out of Safe Harbour
into the
Burning Frabjous Bay ...
Laughs a smile
Pulls him in closer
and giggles, like a girl,
"Oh frabjous day!"
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
A story of pure fantasy.
One can dream
and dream one must
to turn Romance
into something
out of the ether
into something solid
something to touch
Skin that shimmers
like Light
from the
Dark
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
Anais Nin
“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
Anais Nin
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin
“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”
Anais Nin
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”
Anais Nin
“You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.”
Anaïs Nin
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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