Best Cordelia Poems
told me today to rest
and have more play
Beltane may be her day
yet called upon
she'll thaw your lil feelin's
like our alice in wonderland
embarrassed and bewildered
there's nothing to be done
love love love love love the best I can
not to be cold judge
thanks for the reminder
I'm 'posed to be the
grown up here
life experience to share
but only when asked, duh
kiss kiss hug hug
(think this is supposed be rap?!??!!)
I am Cordelia in King Lear
My love to you cannot be expressed
With meaningless words the man created.
I know you will never ask me
Or ever wanted to know
Because my deeds surely tells you
All the words you want to hear
** In This Last Waltz **
I am swirling around thoughts,
Swirling even ‘tween ‘em , too — stepping forward —
Getting ready for this nght’s joys to end , and
See The Last Waltz come up on my dance card.
I’m twirling thru wonderings
— Biding my time hopping with the rocket man —
As my mind goes wandering,
Considering all the ways Time’s passing
Changes things —
I’ve been tapping along to the music’s beats
While “tripping through the light fantastic”
Off into only the finest of old memories.
I beg away the painful ones,
Keeping them in a far, secluded realm,
Which I look to name Forgotten —
And from where their attempts to recur will be for naught.
I’ve been gossiping with Caledonia
About which men will still be fit for the last dance.
We’ve been stomping to rythms of the blues —
Both of us wearing our alabaster shoes,
So fine for kicking up our gowns with some flare.
We’re running away from The Last Waltz as it ends..
Just minutes before midnight…
We’re sliding onto the taxi’s backseat,
Snagging our dresses, plus losing a shoe!
Nonetheless, we’re squeezed tightly together,
Shouting for the driver to race speedily off into the wind…
As we’re testifying that only good memories
Will be lived
To end our fun, illustrious, regal most fanciful night!
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(c) sally young eslinger. 6/28/2023
** written to “The Last Waltz” concert music by The Band
With a mention of Elton John as the Rocket Man.
The prince, not notedwas, I think in another realm…;-)
Thanks be to God…
Across the ocean and clear blue sky
For reason, what purpose I kept wondering why?
Dear Lord thou knowest is this the right choice
Comforted and strengthed by the still small voice
I saw her that day my heart did pound
God's will in the Midwest at last I had found
The maker more perfect than a human scout
His ways and purpose past finding out
Dear love in sweet tones I call out to thee
In trembling I wonder will she go with me?
Together to dwell in sweet harmony
Held fast by God's hands in holy matrimony
Cordelia lies on silk
her skin as white as milk,
supported on her side,
hand held to her hair.
She poses all the while,
with enigmatic smile,
she gazes long and wide,
at things which are not there.
Cordelia dreams away
as naked as the day,
brushes dipped in oils
then to the canvas pressed.
She doesn’t move an inch,
does not flicker, does not flinch,
her hair like golden coils
cascading to her breast.
Cordelia froze for hours,
her sex that so empowers
the intellect and heart,
her body realised.
She hardly seems to breathe,
and all that see believe
when she becomes their art
she is immortalised.
Cordelia hungers deep
with secrets she must keep,
and paints orgasmic fires
with brushes of her own.
She is a true abstraction,
a beauteous abreaction,
and all that she desires
is all she’s ever known.