RevRainbow Posted November 25, 2007 Report Share Posted November 25, 2007 Under sparkling gemstone stars I walk in the night, once more desiringto be refreshed in mind and spiritby the quiet pools of Xanadu!The ancient poets, thus seeking,would pray the gods in desperationand petition for a Muse (a well keptsecret) for their much needed inspiration.How, like them, I have sought thus farthe appearance of my celestial helpmatewho shall impart her divine talentsthrough shared heavenly experience!When will my vigil for Erato end,I ask; which dawn will bring answerto my nightly impassioned plea:“Where is she? Where is she?”Might it be thus, a shimmering oasisat the edge of lonely desert sands;to walk quietly together, speaking softly,thus to quench the thirsting in my soul?Did I but imagine in her youthful eyesthat neophyte spirit seeking out the poetwho also seeks a reprieve from loneliness;the emptiness of uninspired surroundings?New life; experience await not the timid!I seek not merely carnal pleasure;rather this opportune meeting, perchanceto impart that blessed gift of inspiration!Am I but the dreamer, still to seek, or,will Erato appear; gently take my hand so I may feel young life flowing into mine,awakening my soul; quickening my spirit?I have spoken with unabashed honesty, andif thus give offense, shall speak of it no more!But, if she would my Muse now become,I shall write again of life’s joy and sorrow! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SilverRose Posted November 25, 2007 Report Share Posted November 25, 2007 Woooo!!! beautiful!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Call me Flower Posted November 26, 2007 Report Share Posted November 26, 2007 Very well written! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RevRainbow Posted November 26, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 26, 2007 Thank you, my fellow thespians! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theresa Posted November 26, 2007 Report Share Posted November 26, 2007 Lovely. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted November 28, 2007 Report Share Posted November 28, 2007 ~ I enjoyed the Shakesperean flow!A nicely done call to a love song's inspiration Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RevRainbow Posted November 28, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 28, 2007 Your comments are like cream cheese on a bagel...just what's needed. Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saturninus Posted November 30, 2007 Report Share Posted November 30, 2007 RevRainbow,What passion. What pathos. Qyros noted the Shakespearean flow...Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impedimentsLet me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.________Indeed, my unmet friend, your verse compares most admirably!in blessing, BlessWayne Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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