Poetry of SlyM
I want to read...
Senda Parallysis
A pair of Embers
Katrin
A cycle of Love
Senda's spring sonnet
Senda Parallysis
I thought I'd write a poem now of pain
Of longing love, and hopeless passion too
That needs to be restricted to my brain
For fear, if once released, what it would do.
But NO! I cannot write of such sad themes
As I'm too filled with joy and endless bliss.
For I'm in love! Beyond my wildest dreams.
And all my thoughts are brightened due to this.
If I were to begin, with what I feared;
That if I loved some one, they'd take offence
Midverse, my thoughts would fatefully be steered
To You, whom I would only think of hence.
My every grief was based within one source:
That there were none who wanted all my care.
But now that inspiration has no force
For you accept each passion that is there.
And more than that: each brings you joyful glee,
And that's the most important, by my scales.
Yet greater still, the fact that you love me
So warms my heart, my very breathing fails.
So what am I to do, in such a case
When I'm o'erwhelmed by happy smiling sighs?
While perfect bliss well glows around my face
And burning bright adorance fills my eyes?
Perhaps, in sonnet's form, I shall construe
That I can't write of sadness, thanks to you!
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From my muse, Ruth(12.09.03 Detmold)
A pair of embers, glowing in the dark.
and each is winking, with a ruddy light
No bigger, and no brighter than a spark.
and quite alone, in thick, expansive night.
They're as, at dusk, the coming of the stars,
with two in the advance. Two jewlled tears;
The comely Venus, and her handsome Mars...
their one conjunction, in these thousand years.
They're as, upon a summer solstice eve,
once the great Feasting Fire of the day
Has burned through every log and branch to leave
but two bright coals, amid the ashes grey.
They're as two candles, which were strong with flame,
until reduced to sparks, by random gust.
Oh, from the distant lands these breezes came
And leave behind them only smoke and dust.
Reflecting on these images, I mark:
We are that pair of embers in the dark.
-author's note: Ruth was a friend of a friend, and there was only one evening that I met her in our garden. But she inspired me, and I wrote the poem, (and then I demanded from my friend, what her name was.) With luck though, I've come by a
picture of her.
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Katrin's Sonnet(spring '03)
To what shall I compare my love for thee?
Oh woman whom I treasure; Oh so high?
The flaming sun? The deep and sounding sea?
The firm and fertile Earth? The boundless sky?
I love thee like the Sun I cannot reach.
Which stuns and blinds me when our gazes lock.
Which makes me sweat, and then effects my speech;
My mouth becomes so dry I cannot talk.
I love thee like the Sea I cannot hold.
There is an undertow which spells the worst
For brave young swimmers. And, although it's cold,
To drink would just exacerbate my thirst.
I love thee like the Earth I cannot leave.
Your Gravity retains me in it's keep.
And there are precious secrets, I believe,
But not for me to know; They're buried deep.
I love thee like the Sky I cannot feel.
Which lies in each direction I could face.
From blue all mute, to black with thund'rous peal
It keeps aloof and leaves me low and base.
One sooner could shift nature with a shove
Then one escape such elemental love.
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Untitled cycle, for... S.(oct. 14 - dec. 2)
What is the feeling that I have for you?
A certain love, of ever changing ways;
There's many transformations it goes through
Between the seconds, minutes, hours, and days.
I love you at the moment I awake
And ope my eyes to see the morning light.
Just then, a little smile's sure to break
For your fair form's the first thing in my sight.
I love you when we're riding on a bus,
Or when we walk together down the street.
And even when we've nothing to discuss,
Just plain and simple silence is a treat.
I love you with a coffee in your hand;
The way you shine contentment into space.
Although the flavour's something I can't stand,
I still enjoy the look it brings your face.
I love you on the busiest of days
While working without rest, from nine to five
Because my hidden lust remains ablaze
And makes each little moment more alive.
I love you while I'm walking on my own
In gentle contemplation of your charms.
I'm filled with joy, which I have never known
Which makes me want to skip, and swing my arms.
I love you as the sun sinks in the deep
And stars wash o'er the heavens like a tide.
I'm reassured, and give right into sleep,
Because I sense your nearness to my side.
And then I love you all the night time long
Replaying scenes of wonder, smiles, and glee
In happy dreams, where nothing's ever wrong,
And as I feel for you, you feel for me.
And so, the ceaseless cycle starts anew:
Another earnest day of loving you.
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Senda's Spring Sonnet
The air is cold, outside my window clear.
The spring, now past, yet lingers as a chill.
But this is fitting, as you're far from here
And I'm alone, upon the wide, wood sill.
What joy there'd be, to sit with feet entwined
With yours, my fair, in streaming warmth and light
which shines more from, then on you, so I find.
But you are far from me, this weary night.
There was a time, which now seems ages gone,
When we were side by side, in peaceful joy.
But woefully, it had to end anon.
The friendship wrought though, time could not destroy.
We wrote for many months with growing grins
Until, at last, some passion broke my seams.
I pleaded hard, as though down on my shins
That you'd not take offence at all my dreams.
Then, your reply well tore my mind apart:
That all my love was welcomed much by you;
When questioned whether I should speak my heart
You said "You could, You should, I dare you to."
Such bliss then filled my being, heel to crown
For you'd accept my love in all it's forms
E'en though you knew my person, up and down,
and that I was a mile from any norms.
Imagine now, my joyous, heartfelt tear
When in the next day's note, you did confide
You loved me too; with equal thrilling fear;
A cocktail of all feelings, joined inside.
Such Joy! Such Bliss! Such feelings wild and free!
While shaking in my seat I read the rest.
You meant it. Ah! You truly Do love me!
Of all my life's great joys, this was the best.
My mind fell dead, as it could scarcely cope
with the amazing happiness you'd caused.
And then I started writing, without hope
That I could e'er be stopped, or even paused.
"I love you. Haw I love you!" I would write
And ramble 'bout my feelings on and on,
'Till I'd used five hours of the night
And all the neighbours to their beds had gone.
And then I'd feel as if we were alone.
Just you and I, as in that summer gone.
As gazing stars, between the trees were shown
These friends, destined for love as time wore on.
And now I'm at that caring, loving age.
And also at the bottom of my page.
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