Somewhere Still The Rose

No shadow ever darkened the path of true love;

for, its light refused to let the darkness in.

With a spring in my step and a step to the sky,

I skip with joy and whistle in a whirl.

I spark a sunrise sonnet to sweet sanctify

and luminesce in a glittering swirl.

 

The morn breathes of jasmine and honeysuckle vines.

A slice of summer slips into the sea.

Above the hills and hillocks, a bluebird aligns,

slanting downwards in silent reverie.

 

I press my cheek against the fingertips of dawn.

The scent of water whispers on the wind,

and red sparks of sunfire scatter across the lawn

in beauty that I cannot comprehend.

 

What a world for lovers and what a world for smiles!

What diapason of symphonic swells!

The sunlight soiree carries on for miles

in a garden of burgeoning bluebells.

 

The bed of sky is pillowed with clouds in a fluff

that hover in the bright pulse of the light,

and angel breezes blow white wisps of dandepuff

that flutter far and get away from sight.

 

My heart is blithe as a nightingale’s opus,

whose song is sweet and sweeter than it knows

and sweeter still when it dares to delight us.

Somewhere still in time, somewhere still the rose.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

An incredibly gorgeous piece set alit with pure passion and love. Your works are very unique and mesmerizing. Another beautiful masterpiece. 100!

[Georgia Gypsy]

This feels so classically written, that surely the masters of times past are smiling on you!
I love the soft, sweet flow that carries all the way through. Its almost intoxicating like the smell of wine right before you taste it.
Very beautiful!

[Art Sun]

An enjoyable read of thoughts within poetry..your comparisons are like the flow of a pen...very nice...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

opulent stroll through the very nucleic particles of a moment suspended through the air in which to inhale every sensate aspect of beauty and life and direct movement~capture each line for a canvas awaiting her words~ what a gorgeous and plush world you create here~

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Magnificent... I was spellbound all the way through... love is such a mystery and can make us see the world so differently... it can make us cry when we are happy, make us feel strong in our weakest moments. The way you describe it can make the hardest of hearts as light as a feather.

[Pax Analog]

Classic alliterative lilt carried by "s" and redolent of "Kissed By a Rose."

One feels protective toward the soul of this pastoral romantic reverie, knowing the dark cannot threaten the light when it has been recruited. Shadow engaged in the anima-animus dance instead of demonized, barred from the party.

"I press my cheek against the fingertips of dawn.
The scent of water whispers on the wind,
and red sparks of sunfire scatter across the lawn
in beauty that I cannot comprehend."

In this poem-painting otherwise suggestive of Renoir, the "red sparks of sunfire" summon a vein of natural fierceness, a sustaining source regarding the protection of soft ideals.

As one luxuriates in this lyrical enchantment, one prays for roseate resurrection eternal.