Part Of One's Soul (remnants of hope)

Rhyming Dizains (10-line stanzas) in 11-count, aabbccddee rhyme scheme. Tho' love between two hearts may lose its harmony, never the splendor of its memory.

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    Part Of One’s Soul

        O' blest be two lovers’ conjoined tender heart …

        with unrequited beats, will soon break apart.

        Soulmates standing 'pon high crests of shifting sands

        shall lose passion's caressing, climactic hands.

        Slowly, starving sparks of life begin to wane.

        Desires, once vibrantly bright, fade into pain.

        Alas, ebon shawls ’neath veils in lace-donned quake,

        worlds of faltered dreams fade into sorrow's wake.

        Once, glorious soarings of twin souls set free …

        time to mourn now what was -- nevermore to be.

        Emotional legions of affections' rhyme

        stretch back through lines and verses in perfect time.

        Old doors closed behind reveal what's new ahead;

        kaleidoscope colors to choose from lie spread.

        Cherish all you've learned, open warm arms with care.

        Your beautiful mind will know with whom to share.

        Those days 'n nights neatly folded … put away;

        tho’ gone forever -- in memory they'll stay.

        For, true love (once found), nothing known can erase …

        remains part of one's soul ~ a yearned for embrace.

        Richard W. Jenkins

             © Dec 2022

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Author's Note

Artwork: Love Of Souls, gesso on board by A.Andrew Gonzales, ©1995

Please, feel free to offer any well-meant critique you believe will improve this piece and/or my poetic skill.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

My muddled mind always confuses lay and lie or lie and lie I always do a double take when I read it! I really like the form of this one it lends itself nicely to the thoughts conveyed with a very sing-song cadence in its flow.
For, true love (once found), nothing known can erase …
remains part of one's soul ~ a yearned-for embrace.
My favorite line and a nice punch for the piece (and Oh how I love the yearnings)

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Dear Robert 🍃

How very nice to see you today!
I know I've already commented on your review, but I'm so happy to do so again.
Well, I always consider lay to be the past tense of lie … that's easy for me to remember.
Thank you for selecting this rather poignant piece to read and compliment.

That you love anything about my poetry is praise beyond any I could have expected … thank you, My Fine Friend! ⁓ Richard🖌

[William Michael Reeves]

Nice mix of subject. Love and writing poetry. We learn in memories. Fold them away in our brain. And our little books of poetry. Then open them when we want to cherish the memory. Your rhymes are very affectionate. I see no way to improve this, or your poetic skill. Your skill improves with every poem. Or have you reached the pinnacle? Probably not possible for a poet, no matter how skilled who has skills, to not improve.

[Richard🖌]

Greetings, William,

Thank you sincerely for reading this rather forlorn piece, and for your very gracious praise and expressed appreciation of my humble writing skills.
What you say is so true: Though, I may (sometimes) feel a great sense of satisfaction from something I've composed, I know it's never gonna be completely finished … for, as my skills improve, it allows me to see where my work can, too.

Blessings your way, Poet! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Susan 🦋]

WOW! A stunning write! Poetic perfection at its best. I am quite intrigued by the form. I am familiar with the artwork too, gorgeous. A stand-out line to me...
"Alas, ebon shawls ’neath veils in lace-donned quake,
worlds of faltered dreams fade into sorrow's wake."
I don't even know where to start. Honestly a bit jealous! When it comes to drawing out the words that reflect every emotion, you never miss. I literally must read over and over. It is just so powerful.
The theme of this poem very well may be true for most. Life and love will challenge us. Memories are to be cherished. But I believe true love is on another level. That love never fades. It is sacrificial. Romantic love can come and go, perhaps leave us with those longing memories... but true soulmates? love always sustains. It is present and unyielding to this world. Even death can't separate. I know very little is this ever-changing world, but I know pure love exist. Just some thoughts on the snowy Wisconsin morning. :-)

[Richard🖌]

Good morning from sunny Texas, Susan 🌤

So wonderfully kind and generous your gracious words truly are, and how they reverberate so deeply into the heart and soul of a grateful olde bard.
It's a blessing, too, receiving such rich commentary on love from a poetess whose enthralling writings' heartbeat is steeped in romance.

May your Wisconsin mornings soon be warmed by Spring's mystical embrace.
Many blessings of grateful thanks upon thee! ⁓ Richard

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

True love, once found, can never be erased. It becomes a part of you, the very fiber of your being. It is ingrained in the mind, body, and spirit - forever! I think this is beautiful!

My favorite lines are:

"Once glorious soarings of twin souls set free ...
time to mourn now what was, nevermore to be."

I am always happy to see something new from you. It is a rare treat!

Yours,

Linda

[Richard🖌]

Dear Linda Marie,

It is so wondrously gracious of you to gift this unusually rare piece such a stellar review … what more could a grateful bard hope for!
Your tidbits of insightful wisdom always adds the cherry … and, I cannot help but agree with your meaningful highlighted choice.

Bless you, Linda Marie, as you've so graciously blessed me!
Ever ⁓ Richard