Afternoon

You can have those mountains I gathered

On your doorstep, they’re all yours…

Because now my heart is flattered

And dreamy like Sting’s ‘’Desert Rose’’

 

A silent here, a noisy there

To melt the fortress around my heart

That compelling music sounding somewhere

Where this strange storm cannot wait to start…

 

So come sit here with me,

And guess the color of the rain

One hand resting on my knee

The other stroking my hair…again and again…

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Sweet desert rose,
This memory of hidden hearts and souls;
This desert flower,
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love. - Sting

Ahhh, Ana 🥀

So beautifully your poetic voice speaks the raptures of love's romantic whisper; the message of those seeking to lay their heart at the foot of kismet's sensual eternity of romantic dreamscapes.
In gorgeous Unmetered Quatrains, you've somehow managed to create an original ethereally rhythmic realm, built line upon line in spiritually flowing feelings, emotions, imagery, and bliss-filled heart thrums, seemingly, above and beyond what words should be able to convey.
In pristine rhythm, beat, diction, and poetic voice … your poem radiates the captivating prosody of composing that turns words into the incomparable sensations of love poetry.

When combined with your spellbinding choice of artwork and music, how can one help but drift away into your world … love the mystery of your title, too.
Scintillatingly irresistible, Ana ⁓ Richard 🍂

[Ana B.]

Oh my, this takes me way back to the days when I was a hopeless romantic...now i suppose i am a hopeful romantic :) Thank you for the very beautiful words Richard, truly. Hugs

[Nicholas Shea]

Clever and beautiful! Languorous love, so sweet!

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the sweetness Nicholas :)

[emmajoy]

' .. So come sit here with me, ~ And guess the color of the rain #

I really did just gaps at those words! For me, the very thought of answering that guess would be like discovering how the world was made, what makes it continue its eternal movement. Extreme maybe but.. how I felt it.

You write so beautifully, Ana.. you not only look AT everything but INTO everything.

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear Emma! You are very kind to me :-)

[anne]

wow..you are amazing Ana...your work touches the heart..:))

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Anne!

[Jamestown]

Great piece of work as always, I'm going to second what my dear friend
Deepika said:) she chose the same two lines that stuck out in my head,
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Ana B.]

:) Thank you my good friend!

[Carrie.]

Very sweet. Love will do that to you. The opening lines really beautifully written.

[Ana B.]

:) Thanks Carrie, you're very swet.

[Ana B.]

**sweet i meant...

[Deepika]

You are a wonderful writer dear Ana :) 'color of the rain' ,'Desert Rose'..I wonder how you get such beautiful thoughts!

[Ana B.]

:) Thank you very much Deepika, well....don't know.....they just pop in...i'm sure you know how it works

[R Smith]

gorgeous as always Ana, a three stanza dream, the dream to sit in the peace of afternoon that music drifting in from another room sweeps across lovers gazing from a window into the mists of hazy rain, light but storm laden to rest his hand upon your knee, seductive and gentle and stroke beautiful hair again and again, a wonderful dream of love created by a wonderful poet :)

[Ana B.]

:) Thank you my good friend for the amazing words, they mean a lot to me :)

[Destiny Dreamer]

WOW! I've always loved Your Rhyming scheme! Great Poem. Your first stanza was very BEAUTIFUL! LOve it!

[Ana B.]

Thank you a lot, Dreamer ;)

[Harpreet kaur bajwara]

so come sit here with me,
and guess the color of the rain
i jst loved these lines very much. good job

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)

[Harpreet kaur bajwara]

your welcome