Always

Always

A Poem by icelandicblue

She stood in opulent glory
beneath the rays of sunlight
her raised arms
in a flame of exquisite fashion.

In her prime there was nothing
that could match her burning presence
until the day that each jeweled swatch
darkened and fell gracefully away

leaving her bare and exposed.
She shivered in the cold and longed
to hear the murmur and comforting susurrous
of her silken gown in the warm breezes of yesterday.

And finally he came in a blistering gale,
witnessing her distress in her state of dishabille,
feeling a beauty he had never witnessed,
he covered her in a sparkling robe of crystalline white.

And so together they stood until she blinked
the frost from her lashes and noticed  he was slowly leaving,
but she knew their separation temporary for they would
always find each other, so she sighed and turned her face to the sky.

© 2014 icelandicblue


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i see something like...the outer beauty worn down, but he notices her for what's inside, and proves that...so she knows his love is real...and that he will always come back for what she is today and what she will be tomorrow....no matter how much the beauty has faded on the outside.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

I see that too jacob. Thank you so much.



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Beautiful seasonal anthropomorphic imagery.

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Thank so much momzilla.
MomzillaNC

9 Years Ago

You're welcome.
Well penned, great flow, relevant in all times, external beauty is only skin deep and real beauty is always in the eyes of beholder and she remained more and more beautiful in his eyes as he saw her heart and they both loved more and more, and death surrended in front of their love

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Thank you for seeing so much in the poem.
Linda alexander

9 Years Ago

You welcome, take care
Into the comforting hands of death … but so it is nothing is permanent … even death. Great seasonal and spiritual write. Gorgeous, gorgeous.

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Thank you Pryde.
The images you have created are lovely...the message even more so.
A stunning poem and one I will read again and again.
Beautiful!

:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Thank you Julie for your kind words.
You know I am a sucker for romance and reading this turned me into a lollipop…a masterpiece of beauty you have penned here.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

I appreciate that Dale, thank you.
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

9 Years Ago

You are most welcome :)
I think I am in love Anne, I am speechless here... this one rings with so much true. I second everything Ana said... She said it perfectly.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Ah thanks Noodle. You're the best.
This is beautiful; I'm feeling extremely strange about sending you a draft of something so silly, especially now. The words flow and make me so hungry to read the next. It is beautifully crafted. It brought me back to a time in my much younger years, when, I never felt any type of beauty, but give me that mirror now, hurry. It just flowed, the imagery is beautiful. Thank you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Thanks so much for reading it again Confuser.
Confuser

9 Years Ago

I am too - thank you for such great writing.
Confuser

9 Years Ago

A re-read. Still beautiful.
I like the idea of someone or something we love returning to us because of that love.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

I do too. Thanks KL.
A cherished book has been with me for years, it is wrinkled now.
Some of the pages have the tip ripped or torn. The binding is cracking.
All things grow old, time is not kind. But the heart, the spirit, the soul...
These things don't lose their beauty, they gain.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

That is a beautiful example. Thank you so much Ana.
Reading this poem, am reminder of Elizabeth Taylor, for some reason. How time wasn't kind to her, or her body. Maybe, it's the melancholy mood, I find myself, in today.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

I like that interpretation...and Richard Burton kept coming back. Thank you therisa.
therisa

9 Years Ago

Your welcome, Icelandicblue.

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