Tarn

Inspirations on love reflecting on a mountain lake and a Summer storm.

Let me be your thunderstorm!

 

You glisten as a gem ~

those you meet delight

as they are refreshed

by the grace and depth of your spirit.

Yet I have seen your waters recede…

 your resources are syphoned away to distant concerns

as the world bathes in the delight of you,

your soul is invisibly depleting.

 

The swell of each breath I take

seems to have been born in the evaporations of your laughter ~

as each smile from your lips

condenses joy within my spirit.

I am more because you were willing to be less…

collected in the very winds your temperament invites,

*I am built up strong*

 passion boiling in the icy atmosphere

to long absent of you,

this man no longer able to be passive or patient,

as the electricity of dry Earth reaches up to meet me

in flashes of inspiration,

the thunder of my desire rolls across the sky of imagination.

 

Your valleys blush pastel with the color

as anticipation clouds reason,

and I can see,  hiding beneath loamy bashfulness of your wanting

lustful blossoms waiting to flower.

 

You shudder ~

expectation quakes beneath my  hovering storm

 a suffocating atmosphere melts thin;

life’s pressures weaken…

just enough for a gentle kiss of desire

to sprinkle a reminder of forgotten bliss

into the dust of loneliness.

 

In the stillness of all lies before

the scent of what is to come sings a promise

 I have arrived where you patiently waited;

my impatience visible on the horizon of your gaze.

 

I would beset you!

Ironically trapped within the glory of all you are confined to be,

I am become a downpour of love…

meaningful because you drink me in ~

you whom hath both made me, and undone me.

 

~ and the gentle showers of love continuously wash us in blessing

until the flood gates spill over…

the Earth sighing with us in her renewal ~

 

This mist of my spirit hovers in love’s embrace

swirling with satisfaction

upon the stillness of quiet waters,

dancing around the pitter-pat reminders of spent passions.

Around us, the mountains sing;

where once stood a dry confinement,

flow the life-song of love’s waters into the valley of your resolve ~

a reservoir I will pray drink from with gratitude.

Author's Note

I read an article about how low Lake Mead is. It is a tragedy... Then, I began to think of the beauty of a lake and the power of a storm... I was reminded of how it feels to be so empowered by the love of an enchanting woman... Odd how we end up where we end up.

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Wow .and..................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..


Nice.... Jazz

[David Scott]

Thank you for the comment Jazz. I'm happy you enjoyed this.

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome................................ :)

[ms. barrie]

what an absolutely gorgeous write! indeed magical, sensual...your pen paints vivid pictures of sweet fantasies, that lingers in one's imagination and leaves a sigh upon hearts. love the choice of words and rhyming scheme as well. thank you for taking me away and sharing...barrie - X

[David Scott]

Thank you Barrie. I was not sure if this poem was a flop or not. I was not getting many reviews. read moreThank you Barrie. I was not sure if this poem was a flop or not. I was not getting many reviews.
You encourage me.

[ms. barrie]

you're very welcome...my pleasure to read. i'm shocked (smh) --
considering this is a gem of a poem. :)

[David Scott]

Thank you once again. I'm very happy you enjoyed it.

[Lily Mae]

I want all that just once.. at least once :) Speechless.. you are the magic and master of poetry..xo

[David Scott]

Ha. Thank you Lily. Not sure I deserve that much credit, but I am thrilled you enjoyed the write. I think I have told you the same thing about how your poetry presents such open, unconditional love.
It is good to see your words on my page.

[Lily Mae]

You know thought it doesn't matter how long I'm away.. when I get back here and read your words..I just imagine laying in the grass on a beautiful summers day and there you are reciting poetry.. and you make the world feel better in that moment...xo Just saying.. :)

[David Scott]

What a very sweet thing to say Lily. I'm happy to bring a happiness to your mind.

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A tarn is a mountain lake, also a beautiful woman, so your title is perfect IMO. This is so dreamy, a baptism in sensual creativity. With such lines as "the swell of each breath I take seems to have been born i9n the evaporation of your laughter" ...wow! I love this deeply rich organic essence of desire and passion. Such beautiful artistry, dear poet.

[David Scott]

Thank you for understanding and seeing not only my meaning, intention, inspiration, but also for assuming the best of my heart.
You are kind.