Tattooed Memories

Tattooed Memories

A Poem by SyberRose


She searches for love in the light of the moon

where moonlight and the shadows dance__

as the shadowy fingers of the night,

caress softly the memoirs in the wind~

 

She was once his Madonna Lily

and he was her insatiable love__

But now dressed in black lace of chantilly,

she still feels the touch of his leather glove~

 

His love tattooed upon her heart

remembering their sweet primal passions__

Now within the cobwebs and tears

are the sinful pleasures of yesterday~

 

 In the free spirit of winds they did ride

            along tattooed parlors of the highway__

Dressed in black lace of chantilly,

forever still...his Madonna Lily.

 

©SyberRose

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 SyberRose


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love tattoos ...(have a bunch of them:)
what a sad refrain ..you have put your talents on display Rose! well done! easy flow, emotive, vivid scenes of moonery ... last two lines in the second verse reminding me of two great songs ... alliteration, personifications ... all the things i have been learning here at the Cafe!
i see this poor tattered soul becoming thin ...a wisp ... a siren wailing in the wind ... :(
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Another bittersweet memory of a forbidden love...

"His love tattooed upon her heart
remembering their sweet primal passions__
Now within the cobwebs and tears
are the sinful pleasures of yesterday~"

When we fall in love, only the pleasure of it is what important for the meantime...but afterwards, the sorrow and guilt is eternal...

Beautiful, Rose. Keep it up!

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you Dhaye...always nice hearing from you...Rose:)
Ah the sound of a rumbling engine and the fast love of the road , I enjoyed the poem with its freedom and romance a touch of sadness but sweet memories, we should treasure all our loves ,

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

thank you David...i'm happy you enjoyed this piece...and nice hearing from you...Rose:)
A melancholy read from your pen dear Rose, nonetheless breathtakingly poignant & classy, you can make even bikers and tattoos sound elegant.

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Frieda...i just woke up so i called you Rita haa...and had to erase it...:)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

That's fine, Baby calls me Rita all the time, thinking of changing my name, maybe I'll blow unicorns.. read more
SyberRose

11 Years Ago

haa...thats what happens when i read poetry before having coffee haa
"Caress softly the memoirs in the wind," such a stunning line. This whole poem is so very captivating and intricate. Well written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for peeking in tonight Ren...Rose:)
The third stanza is my favorite. I love the change from "sweet primal passions" into "sinful pleasures". Also, the last line made a dramatic ending. Lovely!!! :x

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you Blue...so glad you enjoyed this piece...Rose:)
Such bittersweet irony his love tattooed on her heart ever permanent, despite their separation!

Splendid indeed !

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you for peeking in Tom...It's nice hearing from you this morning...Rose:)
Why do i think of a slow ballad accompanied by a superb orchestra? Perhaps because there's a throbbing meter to your lovely words, sad though they are; plus, an enduring quality of real emotions wrapped around by lovely phrasing, ' .. Now within the cobwebs and tears ~ are the sinful pleasures of yesterday~ ' Beautiful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Emma for that awesome review...so glad you enjoyed this piece...Rose:)
Oh Yeah I like this ANd a cruise on a Indian chieftain across the plains to the western expanse on to the never ending sea

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you Tate ...nice to hear from you this evening as always...Rose:)
Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

you too I want to get on that bike and ride like the wind to the western shores of heaven
I feel like he has died and can now only touch her with the breeze. He was the only one who could really touch her, anyway. Sad and full of longing, Rose! Beautiful. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


SyberRose

11 Years Ago

Thank you Angi and i'm glad you enjoyed...always good to see you peek in...Rose:)

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Added on September 18, 2013
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