The sun shimmers slowly across her gossamer skin,
To gently kiss, then barely leave a whispered blush.
but it stays with a subtle tint of radiant rippling,
That plays a delicate hint, of starlight’s smudge.
She lifts up upon her warm so sensual sighs,
To then descend and gently sway upon the rise.
For in her purest form,I simply cannot bare to hide;
In case I'd face the forces, of Deaths so brutal scythe.
Oh how I sense the longing, of the telling in the strain;
Yet how I ache to hear her song, that rings in fair refrain.
For it rests within the throbbing, of her oh so delicate veins;
To pulse out and to meet me with an ever swirling chain.
She then touches my slowly open heart with dark desire.
That pulls me in with swirling rolls of needy aching fire.
But, in the ever constant, slowly rolling tides of time;
I'm then en-rapt with each thrust and gentle slide;
How I reach towards her radiance,that longs to chime.
But its as our hands embrace, I sense our souls entwine;
And with just one telling look, from her oh so beautiful eyes
I feel hook... I am drawn and then content to pause..
to slowly drown with sleep...
and finally recline...
On the tides of time the Nymph will play
Published by alphadog1 on April 7, 2012 - 22:11
Comments
alphadog1 | April 8, 2012 - 10:58
its starting to annoy me now.
jolono | April 8, 2012 - 12:32
Why? It's good stuff!
alphadog1 | April 8, 2012 - 13:29
I just feel it sounds wrong... its hard to explain, my muse isn't happy with it, or me doing it, perhaps both. Normally writing poetry comes quite easily, having a built in iambic pentameter... but... I felt that it wasn't saying what I wanted it to. That the sentence construction in places made no sense, which in turn makes the feeling within the poem hard to fathom. I know poetry is subjective, but I am a bit of a perfectionist. It has to be as right as I can make it.
It has to sound right when I read it aloud. That's why people don't get my poetry sometimes... I am re learning punctuation and grammar...this was due to the singular fact that I was not taught it at school, mainly due to abuse, and bullying... I spent most of my lessons planning my escape as if I was caught in the corridor,if I didn't I had it rough. The only lessons I actually achieved anything in were English and History. Though I left school with no qualifications at all. I lived in the library a lot and started my road towards my BA hons in English language and lit in 97... I hopefully will achieve this by 2012/13...
alphadog1 | April 8, 2012 - 19:50
I am a lot happier now. It feels tighter, better constructed and this makes me happy.