• To Her, Beloved

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    Lunch and poetry with
    My dawn of red idle sun—
    I should’ve been closer

    Missing now her smile
    The laughter of a thousand
    Afternoon blossoms

    If I come next time
    With all these poetry and tears
    Slap me and all that…
    Let me rekindle
    The flame or this blue ember
    Burning in my soul

    Kiss me so dovely
    With the primal rage of Eve
    Before Adam’s fall

    Let us write our poem
    Let us write our story in
    The sands of our time

    The saddest parting:
    The slightest touch of your hand
    And that second glance

    Looking at your face
    Somehow I never lost you
    And I never left

    You are my Maud Gonne
    And i am a word-stained smith
    Be my Erato!

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    2 Comments

    1. one of the best poem i have ever read to start more creative juices in 2014!
      i felt the emotional twists. very touching, really.

    2. Ashok Bhargava on

      Dear Santiago,
      In the best tradition of “Raging Emotions” this poem touches each and every chord of our hearts such as joy, anger, helplessness, sorrow, denial, longing yet finally accepting outcome as it is.

      Ashok Bhargava