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Fire & water

PostPosted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:59 pm
by Saturn
So, the resolution:
No about-face, no
Unravelling of seams,
Or from precipices
Dashing that trust -
Harvest that a year
Has variously yielded.

Somehow we must
Endure a passing on,
A withering, all agreed
And mutual, but sad
Decline of a warmth
That has burned like
A flickering lamp
At nights end, oil
At an end but in
Sputtering it did
Seem brighter.

No rewind, no stepping
Into those floods that
Cannot return. Though
Water climb mountains
Then bother heads
In wide city streets,
The drops that may
Have wet cheeks
Or laved the sweat
Of love's dank heat
Are gone, never
To christen our
Love like that
First baptism
Of fire.

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:36 am
by marwood
Good work Saturn. Is this poem linked to your previous poem sabotage?
Take care.

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 5:04 am
by Raphael
Yes, they do seem linked.

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 8:50 am
by gstormcrow
Hello again, Saturn. Though I've not posted anything in quite a while, I have been dropping in from time to time "when the mood is upon me" to experience all of the original poetry you provide an excellent home for here. I wanted to thank you for that and for sharing your own great original poems. :D

I really like your bold writing style here and with Sabotage. Your analogy of the lamp in the 2nd paragraph is especially genius imagery to me.

Thanks again & Best Wishes. :)

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 9:00 am
by Saturn
Why thank you, you are too kind.

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 6:38 pm
by Raphael
Saturn, I thought I'd share with you a poem I wrote recently called Fire and Frost.

Fire and Frost.
Piano sonata opus 109, no 30, Ludwig van Beethoven.
Variations, 3rd movement

Frost makes patterns on the window panes
as his warm breath rises into the cold room.
Seated at his piano, the labour of his fingers on the keys,
ice trickles down the glass, like a tear drop.

Outside, voices rise into the October air,
their breath forming small clouds
of daily concerns, admonishments,
hurried footsteps, carriages passing by the window.

He rises to light the fire, sips at hot coffee,
warmth seeping within, quill scratches at paper,
creative fire rising, the ice withdraws, flows
into a series of memories, expressed by warm fingertips.

Tentatively, slowly, an inner world is revealed,
of a musician whose ears are frozen to chattering voices,
but who strikes fire into the hearts of those
who listen, and are swept away by the flood of passion.

Memories rise and fall with the notes in his silent room;
faces of those loved and lost, and longings to hear again,
the sound of the wind carrying the song of birds, shepherd’s flutes,
and the timbre of sweet conversation.

With a soft sigh, he falls into her smile and rippling laughter;
the rising music pours out a torrent of youthful hope, then anguished despair, descending into quavering acceptance,
as browned leaves drift against the window.

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 1:26 pm
by Saturn
Why thank you for sharing Raphael, very vivid and evocative pictures you've drawn there.

Re: Fire & water

PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 2:12 pm
by Raphael
Saturn wrote:Why thank you for sharing Raphael, very vivid and evocative pictures you've drawn there.

Thank you Saturn.