With his kind declension
I set a small memorial stone in its place
Laced with a thousand longing sentiments
I bury the hope and lie dormant, like sleeping beauty
Awaiting the fair prince
My soul once kissed
© January 4, 2014
Wow, beautiful work.
Thanks, Patrick! I always appreciate hearing from you. 🙂
Well done. It creates stories in my mind, attempting to answer questions and fill in details (skillfully) left unspecified.
Thanks, David — I know this poem is short and somewhat vague, but hopefully still full enough for someone else to enjoy as well. 🙂
With his kind declension and current lamentation. What a touching poem. For me, it captures the winter season where things lie fallow with the hope and possibility of a future awakening while sleeping in the mystery. The muse gave you a jewel. May your sleep be a valuable investment. It’s a kind mystery. I love your writing!!!
William — Thank you, I’m so glad you like it. Did you notice the acronym? 🙂 On behalf of all women, thanks for being the man you are, and I’ve no doubt our palms will continue to touch on either side of heaven. xoxo
I am absolutely stunned by the acronym….Just speechless…Well, touched and honored…sigh. All in plain sight. The poem itself is amazing.
Thank you for making me feel loved and honored, Janis. It takes a great deal of vulnerability and trust in self to be so open. That is where the magic is, isn’t it?
I welcome your wonderful words and your palms. xoxo
Yay – the muse has had her way with us. It is a sweet pleasure to “break the vial of perfume” at your feet. The fragrance will surely linger…
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