Because a very special lady isn't with me...but should be.
Awake
I woke, enveloped within the comfort only your warmth can bring My head was nestled into the curve of your shoulder,
my hand on velvet skin, stroking.
But you weren’t there.
Memory brought the scent of woman: gentle, and softly sated with pleasure
So warm with sleep, so twined with hints of passions past:
An ambiance of morning…a residue of night…a reason for joy and tears
But you weren’t there.
I woke with you gathered tightly around my being, comforting and exciting, both
at once.
I woke to memories and to desire, and to comfort, as my lips--of themselves--"sought
yours.
And then, you were there. But only for a moment:
In warmth
In passion
In comfort
In life
In all that matters.
But then, sadly, reality brought a sigh, and a turning inward And on waking, I wept.
A wonderful dreamy like ~ story ~ poem..
I really liked it Jay.. and, the end gave me chills..
The true realization that you are only dreaming ~ thinking of your passion with someone..
The poem pulled me in as your do..
Lisa
Wow. No complaints. The thing about poetry is there is almost no wrong way to do it. Just pour emotion into words. It's what makes it so alluring. I really enjoyed this one. :)
You write engagingly with awareness of the poetic craft. You lure the reader in, transporting one into your sincere emotions that are so relatable, aided by the universality of love.
The entire poem is suspenseful, even reaching crescendo till the final twist when one realises being sojourned into your dream, and simultaneously wakes back to reality with you.
A very palpable sense of intimacy here. I think the strength of this poem was the description you'd used in the beginning. The thing that confuses me here is that you awoke and she was there--leading me to believe that in that moment, things were real. Then, however, you go on to say reality comes in some time after being awoken. Something about that messes with what your awakening is trying to represent. All-in-all, good stuff. Just figured that i'd give my two cents.
Well gee whizzles, this gave me the tear ninjas. I feel your pain quite clearly, it's such a lovely little poem, but has an understandable soreness to it. I can only send you the best of my wishes and hope your heart heals or at the very least gets as close as possible to a healed heart.
I enjoyed this story, the emotions and feelings portrayed are potent. But I find the execution has left me wanting more and less at the same time. I feel that this is redundant in unnecessary ways. Repetition can be powerful, I admit. However, (while I'm not sure exactly why) I feel that this could be stronger with less. Redundancy and repetition are different. Finding the balance between the two is the challenge. So, I'm not necessarily wishing for less repetition, but perhaps more intentional and concise repetition. I wonder if maybe this would work better as a poem... Just a thought.
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