Odessa Lost

Where are you my
wounded urchin?
The winter's frostbite
has dulled my fingertips
and I find no solace
in my tea.

I look but you are
nowhere;
still the sting of your echo is
everywhere.

The gold of the wheat fields,
tamed by the memory of
your hair, has lost its luster.

The rhythm of the tram
lulls me to times
where the sound
of bells was sweet and
our laughter was deep.

Oh how I long to distill
that essence in a jar
so that I might
open it at midnight,
and breathe in the elixir
of such errant delight.

Each night I search for
you kisa, in the
pages of Vechernyaya Odessa,
hunting for you between the lines.

I weep in earnest for your return.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

What a beautiful piece of poetry that I just happened to stumble upon! What a treat are your words. You have a mournful and yet tenderly sublime style that I fall right into; reminds me a little of my own style on ocassion (though i am far more wordy, I'm afraid). You seem a poet unfraid to bend the rules, and that is what enthrals me the most. Well done.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and kind review. I look forward to reading your work.

[Jimi Brady]

I really love the imagery. Each and every line is evocative, and I love the sentimentality. Well done. :)

[icelandicblue]

I thank you very much!

[Circe]

really beautifully written and you have a distinct poetic voice... this just took my breath away.. thank you.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you very much for reading and commenting.

[Jack...]

The longing expressed by this poem is very intense, so much so that I could feel it build up in my chest. Very nice

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for visiting and commenting on this poem.

[cl8thegr8]

i love this. point blank.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[cl8thegr8]

you're welcome!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Wow, so beautiful, such poignant love coupled with such longing.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Welcome