Under the tree with the hanging branches
In the country over the sea
Tarries a woman who’s had too many chances
There she stands, waiting for me ….
..................
It bothers me,
That someone calls to say goodnight
And seeks me out even when I hide
And it’s not you
I wake to ‘good mornings’ from everyone else
I try not to care – not to pity myself
And I wish someday ..
that message would come from you
To ask too much is to force your hand
And I do not need an unwilling man
I remember too well – they said I made
too many demands
Afraid to ask for more than you’d give
And consciously run the risk that you’d leave
Yet reluctant, still, to settle for less
Wondering if we’d both fail the test
Daring to dream, throwing dice
Love shows itself in many a guise
You here today; I gone tomorrow
Cry a cupful to drown my sorrow
And yet…
Each time you call
And tell me you miss me
I’m back again
In our fantasy
So if you should fall
I’ll come if you call me
But I’ll build strong that wall
You’ll never get to me
.......
I reached up for the highest leaf
It brushed my fingertips
Then chose to keep on walking
Enjoying the evening breeze
Still another, a little lower
I held it for a moment
Then shook my head upon impulse
And let go without hesitation
And last I found a leaf my level
I took it in my hand
I plucked it and I brought it home
And I guess that’s how it ends.
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I would like..
To be permitted to make you happy, every day...
To be your comfort, in time of need
To hold you close, while you sleep
To be waiting each day for night to fall
To be back at home at your beck and call
To kiss your feet and lie in your lap
To nod and smile when you're talking crap
To be, even, the one you scold
When stress and frustration take their toll
And I hope... I will not grow weary, or impatient,
although no doubt I will...
but then, I would be disappointed with myself..
That my love was not strong enough.
....
And here, some better verses, written by wise men...
A nice thought re: God....
Psalm 56: 8 - You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
And a good one by King Solomon about love..
Song of songs 8: 6-7 - Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm.For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it.If a man tried to buy love with all his wealth, his offer would be utterly scorned.
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I would like..
To be permitted to make you happy, every day...
To be your comfort, in time of need
To hold you close, while you sleep
To be waiting each day for night to fall
To be back at home at your beck and call
To kiss your feet and lie in your lap
To nod and smile when you're talking crap
To be, even, the one you scold
When stress and frustration take their toll
And I hope... I will not grow weary, or impatient,
although no doubt I will...
but then, I would be disappointed with myself..
That my love was not strong enough.
Did you write the above? I think Crushed has a heart in there somewhere regardless of who wrote it.
You are such a romantic Crushed, no matter that you deny it.
I can't claim the credit, no.
I think I CAN claim the credit for making excellent choices in who I ask to do guest posts :)
I miss being in love. I wonder what it's like to truly be lost in the object of somebody else.
It's funny, I have dreams where I experience that kind of overwhelming love, but they are gone when I wake up. I can't put them onto anyone I have ever being in a relationship with.
May Eve forgive me, because without even looking at who posted it, still it is lovely. Sorry Eve.
Nunyaa: Thank you, I'm so glad you like it :-) Among them all, it was the last one I wrote; right on the spot, just before posting :-)
Sparsely Kate: I know how you feel. That inability, or usually, loss of ability to care wholeheartedly, makes me feel bad sometimes; so that it's not being angry with that somebody else that bothers me; it's when as a result, I start to care less... it's dangerous ground..
Very beautiful :-)
OK.
First poem- very contemplative. Liked the two different verse styles. First verse, pure observation, a guilty moment when the subject thinks they are unobserved.
Then, the sadness of the subject. Very poignant. No, Eve, that will never be you. Don't worry!
You second poem needs little comment. I think most people at some point or other feel what you're trying to say here. I suppose it's the eternal dance of blending with someone and trying to find the fit.
I suppose its hard- we all fear we're going to be hurt. I guess that comes across in this piece. Our walls and why we build them.
Your third poem, well, again, it worries me I'd be like that. would I really have the patience, were it to be real?
I think we all want someone who will be these things for us, but can we give it back? Good point indeed.
As for the last verse- You DO study the Bible a lot, don't you? Remind me not to get in a debate about biblical quotes with you! ;)
Duh! Sorry Eve. We makes assumptions when we should not. Guest posts are rare here and usually announced ahead of time.
Poetry by the author of this blog has appeared before so I just assumed. I'm glad you are a romantic too. The ability to write poetry is a great gift.
Beautiful words eve.
Kate said: I wonder what it's like to truly be lost in the object of somebody else.
Glad I'm not the only one wondering that...
Cherry Pie: Thank you very much :-) I appreciate that.
CBI: That was a thorough dissection.. :-) I liked it :- ) When I think of your poetry, I remember ‘the man on a hill’; and even the picture suited the post to perfection.
> I suppose its hard- we all fear we're going to be hurt. I guess that comes across in this piece. Our walls and why we build them.
Yup… I do react according to how ppl respond. If you call, and they don’t call you back… then you know, sort of… *Wry smile* and if one is really desperate, one calls again… and maybe they’ll talk to you this time, and you can forget the other times…
Jmb: Yes, the first few times I read guest posts here, I thought crushed had written them and asked someone else to help post them ;-) He gave me a week’s notice (‘cos I hardly post nowdays, myself), so that’s alright. Not sure if mine is poetry, but I do like rhyming (my bro says I should go and study Dr. Seuss ;-))
Fusion: It doesn’t actually last that long, before reality sets in…. but it’s nice :-)
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