Cooling your glass in
The cold waters
That flow forth, fresh and crisp
From my fragrant heart,
I raise to you that cup of nectar
And I am moved to see the grateful drops
That form in your emerald eyes…
We will sup a bit, and then
We will dive, together,
Clothed in our heavenly robes
Into those crystal waters
And come out again,
With the fabric, clinging!
Oh, Sun! Oh, Moon!
The one, too bright,
And the other, too soft
To witness the coming of my Love, my Love!
Oh, my Scheherazade!
Your now-raven locks as thick
As the grain of a horse’s hair,
And soft, and strong, in my fingers
Undo my resolve, utterly!
My wild! My bright! My beauty-light!
Who taught me that I must be
As the Sun and Moon must be,
And bow before your immediate
Radiance
Now! Transform again!
Be the heavenly dove
You always were,
And reside in the dome of my heart,
Near the gold-sparkled sea…
My Fragrant! My Radiant!
Ascended, and Free!
7/12/2019
Inspired by the notes of Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade Suite, 1st Movement, and by my beautiful wife, Laurie
Categories:
scheherazade, appreciation, beauty, love, princess,
Form: Free verse
Another tale, it's just a game--
Kiss Death's cold cheek, but Death evade.
My captor knows not that we
Play;
I hide it well, within a maze of
Frames.
What truth that I have left unmasked,
A secret code yet to be
Cracked,
Diversions that are cut in halves,
Each story better than
The last.
He realizes not that I've spun a web around
His heart and back again.
It's been at least
A thousand nights
Since the night that I began.
My voice has not wavered since the day on which
I wed.
Each night, he pays close mind, clearly
Hypnotized.
And I know I'll see the morning sun
And once more, I'll dodge
The knife.
Because so long as he is occupied, I can save my life.
Categories:
scheherazade, imagination
Form: Tail-rhyme
To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup
300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs
300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones
300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me
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… I Have Lost 200 Poems
But Here Are 300
Because I Open My Arms
To Inspiration Undaunted …
“ Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork
Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn
Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork
Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born “
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A Childhood Poem Remembered …
I See The Moon
and The Moon Sees Me
GOD Bless The Moon
and GOD Bless Me
… and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry …
The MoonBee
Categories:
scheherazade, allegory, devotion, faith, friendship,
Form: Light Verse