Does emotional poetry
whistle a song your emotions slow dance to?
My Saturday post.
Salute.
Title:
Lost Love Reborn
(A lone voice whispers)
I can only hope you answer so eloquently
as I patiently wait
With bated breath
For answers to my deep-seated questions
Once asked in my dark shaded sleep
For your old messages and beloved memories
are still in my old seahorse-shaped
gun
My old faithful
Hippocampus
To shoot irreplaceable bullets of us
To help dispel the oncoming darkness
And our softly whispered wishes
Are still my alabaster white altar
I kneel nightly to pray upon
And weep
What tomorrow holds as it slowly unfolds
As Barred Owls
Hidden in trees
Sing
Who-cooks-for-you
And Northern Mockingbirds
Ritual early morning songs are sung
By unseen omnipotent pagan Old Gods
Who deem themes to be our preordained fates
Just know I will always wait
By the Red Churches wrought iron old gates
Where I now belong
For even
Fairy tales coming true seem so distant
And out of reach
Only to be found on King Aeetes of Colchis
Beaches
Like by those on a mythical quest like Greek heroes
I know
Your heart may have been broken
As it once lovingly swallowed
Loves enchanting red potions
The questions I ask
Are simply these
Can we stay together in this quiet moment
As we grieve
For lonely souls like us
That have walked through loves red mists
From dawn
To dusk
And now lay filled with disappointments and distrust
Can we once again be reinvigorated
To once more explore knee-deep into the quagmires
Of deep uncertainty
Illuminated by the flames of Aphrodisiac's red fire
And still take all the risks that may come
Even though others may question our choices and dark desires
Is there hidden
In those seconds minutes and hours
Weeks and months and even years
A piece of opaque respite full of inspired prose and overwhelming wet invisible tears
In the quest for an endless red kiss
Is this montage but a sensuously crafted piece
To create a brief emotional distraction
To elicit vibrations
Of a mysterious place
Where lost souls meet
Under a poetic umbrella
In peace
Societies invisible souls who now
No one will miss
In the mythical red room
Featured with a blazing fire
Red wine and white candles
That await two
To start conversations of introduction
Soon
As winds of a previous lost existence
Swirls and the eyes of jealous
Stay hidden
Forbidden in
Carefully camouflaged red mists
Does your silkened mind still crave some of my thoughts of the divine
If answers within your indulgent mind still seeks more and whispers
Yes
Then read these poignant words when you are weak
For I can confess
With candid heart
And willing soul until the day when I eventually disappear
And we are truly
Apart
When I grow old
That I desire to know those answers
Be they sung
In love songs
New letters
Or handwritten stanzas
Your soulmate
Frabrato
The eternal chancer
©
John Duffy
