It's possible that another wave of poetry energy is finding its way to me. This happened once or twice several years ago. Not all of my writing is going to be spiritual in nature, some of it is very human, or even very animal. I don't care that it's not any good. That doesn't matter. I just want to express myself.
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Forsaken winds in the night
Come back to haunt me -
Memories, ghosts of yesterday
That flee through the mind.
I remember your cruelty,
You were playing with power.
Do you remember my love?
Back then all that we had
Was each other; That was enough.
But soon, a savage energy
Pervaded our bonds, turning
Our affections into hate.
We were like elemental mates,
Desire burned in our bones.
That rapture was so strong,
Too potent, we burned each other.
All those nights of envisioning,
Making love behind eyelids,
Pretending I could hear your heart,
Could you hear mine?
6 comments:
What an ENCORE!, magnificent Sophia, I indeed LOVE it! More, More!
*bow*
Thank you, Mr. Jim.
:)
There is truth in this poem. We should always be careful not to confuse love with illusion. Real love has no center except the heart. That is why we need to become warriors of the heart. The bible says never cast your pearls before swine. Happy New Year!
That is a keeper!
Cookiemouse, thanks for sharing some of your wisdom. I bet that part of becoming more aware as a spiritual being instead of a human being is learning how to identify real love.
Thanks, Mossy!
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