Let Live The Moments Burst With Sound

She gave her heart and soul to him,
and she never questioned the fall
nor let her love light shadow dim
when he gave half and she gave all.

She touched the sun; he watched her burn
as she let out a mournful cry.
Too quick to love, too late to learn,
she fell from out the bright blue sky.

Sadness is just another word,
cloud-pavilioned and starry-eyed,
the plaint of tea leaves gently stirred
in waves of heartache's breaking tide.

Nevertheless, she holds the key.
Life is full of strife and sorrow,
and what will be will surely be
of yesterday or tomorrow.

She travels through the ticks of time.
The nascent word of bliss appears,
penned in poem and writ in rhyme -
a twist of rainbow light and tears.

A thread is twined with silken ease
in the pulse of each heart beating
as time unwinds by slow degrees
in echoes that bear repeating.

Let live the moments burst with sound
from the rhapsody of the heart -
a sky unfurled, a sea unbound
in smiles of joy as we depart.

For, we are breathed into a song
that sets spirit into motion.
As angels rise and sing along,
God dances across the ocean.

Reviews

[Forest Green]

A thread is twined with silken ease
in the pulse of each heart beating
as time unwinds by slow degrees
in echoes that bear repeating.

This line stands above the rest, in my humble opinion; 'echoes that bear repeating.' How many loves, commitments are filled with moments such as these.
Your poem unwinds with truth.

[Coyote Poetry]

So beautiful and sad. Love can be unfair. Your use of words made the poem a pleasure to read. Like a field trip in the world of good poetry. Thank you.
Coyote

Its sad when a person in a realstionship only gives half of love well the other person gives full love to it. Great poem and I hope to read more for your poems

[Nihad Dweidary]

Breathtaking! And you have taken my favorite lines and made highlights of them.

"Let live the moments burst with sound..... For, we are breathed into a song"

Something about you that makes you gently carry the reader through the experience, no matter how deep the waters, no matter how treacherous the seas. Oh, and next to these lines, I am in love with:

"A thread is twined with silken ease
in the pulse of each heart beating
as time unwinds by slow degrees
in echoes that bear repeating."

-Nihad

[Shutterbug]

Very beautiful and heartfelt

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Another beautiful poem, you have a real talent in putting the right words in the right order to reach your readers heart :).... the unbalanced love, always so painful , when one love more than the other, the end is only a matter of time .... thank you Yossi

[JohnL]

I find the language of this poetry wonderfully thought provoking. V.1 using 'fall' to illustrate the unevenness, the drop in value of his love-offering - perhaps even in terms of what we English would describe as 'Autumnal' - the ending of summer's heat the approach of winter's cold. What a wonderfully subtle verse and hidden meaning.
V.2. Deep and full of meaning. I would suggest you sshouuld sacrifice metre for flow and easier stressing by removing 'out' from L4. Especially as you have already used the word in L2.
V.3 cloud-pavilioned and starry-eyed,
the plaint of tea leaves gently stirred
in waves of heartache's breaking tide.
Just to be considered - 'cloud-pavilioned, - starry-eyed,' Would you miss the 'and' here? The comma and suggested (-) pause would aid the flow and rhythm and add dramatic effect. 'Tea' and 'tea leaves', what a good metaphor, and if I dare say it - very English - but of course, I am biased.
I feel very much at home in this poem - it is a pleasure to read work so thought out and carefully prepared. I feel only that in places its flow has been slightly hindered by the rigid application to metre; Sometimes, it is worth either losing a syllable or changing a word to move the stress slightly to regain the smoothness, though I merely ask that you think about this - I know you think with care by the quality of your work and the excellent direction given by your punctuation.
John

[David Lewis Paget]

The only defect I can see is that we never find out who the mysterious 'she' is. The poem tends to meander from the specific 'she' to the general, 'we'. I take it therefore that after 'she fell from out the bright blue sky' she turns to poetry and pens her 'song'. Interesting high points - I like the 'God dances across the ocean', but not your most focussed work, unfortunately.
David.

[Mark]

Linda!
The second stanza floored me! It sounds so much like the Icarus legend, how he would not heed wiser council and paid too dearly for listening to his heart rather than wiser sources! Is the remainder of the poem, as Pax suggested, also rooted in mythology? That was once a passion of mine, but had faded over the decades, and I discerned no snippets from other myths with which I am familiar that the one above noted.
A masterful job, my friend. It sings!

[Pax Analog]

You continue to exemplify an archetypal grace in your exquisite verse. This poem is the voice of Sophia, the Gnostic Aeon on a great adventure of the Heart, who becomes the soul of Earth, Gaia. Christos comes to her energetic aid, fending off the eerie archon simulators. . .

"She travels through the ticks of time./The nascent word of bliss appears,/penned in poem and writ in rhyme - /a twist of rainbow light and tears."

Reading these lines, I feel you in my blood, in my soul, a miraculous and ineffable Oneness.

"For, we are breathed into a song/that sets spirit into motion./As angels rise and sing along,/God dances across the ocean."

I breathe you into song, you dance me to your halcyon body.

"A thread is twined with silken ease/in the pulse of each heart beating/as time unwinds by slow degrees/
in echoes that bear repeating."

I deeply adore every inch of you silken bound for ecstatic freedom, quivering with desire all through the cycles of solar warmth and birth and lunar brooding sighs. This solemn pleasure-awe is your sanctuary.