Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Poet Romanticism

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A Silent Song

"A Silent Song"

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks to work
Sits at his desk
Carries on as usual
Chats on with the new study, 
he’s on a roll, softly flirts
Quietly, silently, it always works
Groundhog Day that’s the worst,
Where’s the breaker to dive under it all
Every now and then a Tempest is called for
A heavenly thunderous squall
Just to shake it up
Move through the strung out long day pall
Cover his mirror with her fog and all

All the while
He’s talking it up, little work day dramas
Meetings minute cutlass pen thrust
Business as usual, balls to bust
Still underneath it all he’s thinking the stories frame by frame
She whispers out of nowhere ethereal in his brain,
“The best story is yet to arrive, it’s only the middle of the day…
maybe some gold glitter, a Llama and a Toucan that sashays?”

Empath on his knees by midnight
He’s writing melancholic love songs
The words are tight, verses short 
Not long, he’s thinking Turtle Doves and short skirts
That won’t work…
scrawls it out, writing’s gone with the wind, 
The best words for the story don’t take too long
He listens to some music, thinks of her and sings a new song.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Dreams flourish dripping words
black on white her familiar screen
pounding faster like raging horses hooves and heart beats
bleed vibrant colors mystic legions of wars and lovers
a foreign sovereignty her mind and wily covers her pageantry
Her eyes the windows of her world
Wings beating flying free 
Cages broken, horses hooves hearts racing
She follows him on another shore a dream by sea
Praying prophecies
Empath on her knees

Two very different minds
Free to be

(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)




Music/ Paolo Conte, "Sparring Partner"
https://youtu.be/tzjdY5rmpCA

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David William Breidenthal March 29, 2018 at 12:05 AM Fantastic poem. An epic and beautifully written verse here. Thanks for posting!^_^~JWE Leanne Lovejoy-Burton November 27, 2020 at 12:43 AM Thank you.

Freddie Robinson Jr. March 9, 2018 at 1:54 PM This thought-provoking poem elicited the emotional logic inversion effect on my mind, Leanne. Very surreal feeling. A doppelganger exiting at a different angle, as seen from the third eye. Very surreal poem expertly penned. Ty for the mental exercise. Love and smiles always.

Constance La France March 3, 2018 at 6:21 PM Hi Leanne, just checking to see if you can see comments now and BTW what a great poem ! Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 3, 2018 at 7:50 PM Yes I can. I blocked myself, what a hoot. Thank you for your lovely comment. I am sorry I haven't been into your stories for a while Broken Wings...I must catch up with what beauties you've been creating. x Will comment shortly.

James Swartz March 2, 2018 at 5:31 PM I found this to be very true to my own existence. I know somewhere there is a miss to this match only i know not where she be. Leanne you have wrote another one to make me think. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 3, 2018 at 7:52 PM You got to be in it to win it...never give up on the search. x

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 2, 2018 at 1:52 AM Of course, some stories bloom in silence. Destiny is never loud.

Richard Lamoureux March 1, 2018 at 8:43 AM I strangely relate to this. My wife who I imagined and fantisised about came into focus on a trip to mexico. I was from Ontario her from Vancouver ( originally from Hong Kong). I fell in love instantly and moved across the country to be with her. 25 years later I am more in love.i looked into the mirror many times wondering when I would meet her. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 1, 2018 at 12:20 PM Now there's a true story of Love worth reading. Proof that staying true to yourself and never giving up on what you truly desire will eventually find it's way. Call it the Law of the Universe...Call it Destiny, or fate. Call it True Romance. Thank you for sharing your special, beautiful story Richard. A compliment, unique and true.

Robert Trezise Jr. February 28, 2018 at 7:54 PM This, is an amazing poem. I saw an entire relationship here. Wow. Congratulations. Bob Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 28, 2018 at 8:37 PM Interesting...I wonder where he is, if he exists at all? He exists in my dreams anyway. Sometimes dreams come true for some. Never Never Ever Give Up the search. Thank you.

Frederic Parker February 28, 2018 at 6:30 PM ying and yang,night and day, earth and sky, open and closed poet... Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 28, 2018 at 8:35 PM teehee...oookay. Thanks Frederic. I'll take that and raise my hat to you.

Caren Krutsinger February 28, 2018 at 8:53 AM When I reached this line: "Maybe some gold glitter, a llama and a toucan that sashays?" I laughed aloud. This was a great read. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 28, 2018 at 4:23 PM Caren, this is the folly of 'writer's block'...I laughed out loud too. It's not my best poem, that's yet to come. Thank you.

Edward Orozco February 28, 2018 at 8:23 AM I really enjoyed reading this... you have lots of talent! Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 28, 2018 at 4:32 PM It comes and goes Edward. I don't know about talent, I just love to write. Call it therapy. I shall read your stories now. Thank you for the kind compliment.

Silent One February 28, 2018 at 7:20 AM This is really deep, how both are searching for the same thing but in two different places... Excellent poem Leanne.. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 28, 2018 at 4:36 PM I wrote it on the run and believe it or not I had scribbled thoughts down on a napkin. I like the theme of two different people in different places thinking alike, but with different takes on life and the layers of what life in a dream sense could be in what they are seeking. Sometimes dreams can take you places. Hopefully mine to Skipsea...

Arturo Michael February 28, 2018 at 4:01 AM You put your ideas together very well...from beginning to end...lovely photos too Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 28, 2018 at 4:57 PM Hi Arturo. I have to say sometimes the photos, the art, the stories (from documentaries I watch, to news articles I read, to conversations I have, to history of all types....) - will spark another story in my mind. Sometimes I wonder where all this poetry is leading. I never used to write poetry. I was more a short story writer, but I have to say, I thoroughly enjoy it and I am meeting some very interesting minds in these pages and making some strong friendships. Off to read your latest.