Desire's Withering Vines

Finally completed my newest Sonnet. A big thank you goes to Richard for his support. I have learned so much from him! Dryad and The Tree Spirit" oil on canvas by Josephine Wall, © Aug, 2020

Desire's Withering Vines

A crystal glass of wine still in my hand,

such smiling, silky, sexy thoughts explode;

within, they move ~ I can no longer stand …

I should, by now, have learned my lover’s code.

Yet, with'ring vines now cover life's desires ...

in time, they each grew hard, unmoving, slow.

My heart, you’ve lit with sweetly burning fires;

why then, does our love's warmth no longer flow?

“Too late,” I say, “hard vines conceal my want;

compelled, I’ve longed (at last) to start anew!”

Of you, I always dream; you always taunt,

aware that never your love will be true.

No longer can I care for this, I know ...

while moaning passions ~ it is all for show.

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Author's Note

If you happen to pass by and read my Sonnet I would appreciate a review.
I always review the poems I read.
Thank you,
Lisa

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and wonderful dance of words dear Lisa.
“Too late,” I say, “hard vines conceal my want;
compelled, I’ve longed (at last) to start anew!”
Of you, I always dream; you always taunt,
aware that never your love will be true"
I adored the above lines. To be wrapped in love. A rare safe place. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Lisasview]

Oh goodness another fabulous review ... Thank you... This is most definitely one of my most favourite poems.
I also like my poem Innocence which is full of Metaphors and since I wrote it awhile ack you may have already reviewed it...
Lisa

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poetry dear Lisa. And you are welcome.

[Joshallen]

You are a very good writer I love this keep up the good works

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much new reader.
I so appreciate it,
Lisa

[willweb]

A beautiful and sensual poem that reaches in and takes the reader on a journey that at times may cause a smile and at others, just a bit of pain. Nicely done Lisa

[Lisasview]

I am delighted that you allowed my poem to take you on a journey. What more can a poetess ask for.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem dear Will,
Lisa

[Ken Simm.]

This has more than just romance. It, to me feels like Marlowe or Dryden. Elements of the fae and strange phenomena also. In short it is exceptional in feel and in creation. A lovely piece.

[Lisasview]

Good morning ken,
I am fortunate that quite often my creative and often crazy muse takes over.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Lisa

[emmajoygreen]

Wonderfully true although tragic and painful. That 'said', your thoughts are to and with a wonderful visual, literally = all embracing. Your pen certainly is a firm and fluent one, Lisa. Your mind, ever imagining . often emotional. Sharing.. wondering..

[Lisasview]

Hi Emma,
What a sweet review... which reveals that you really understood the true meaning of my poem...full of metaphors!
Thank you so so much,
Lisa

[emmajoygreen]

I've owed you at least one review for ages. Will return again, promise. Often when here am doing other things too: Helpline or dusting!! But I do try, but as said at school 'must try harder!' x

[Lisasview]

Ha ha... we do what we can... We just must always try to remember what needs doing first...... at least for me that is how I try to keep my life...in order..
Lisa

[emmajoygreen]

What exactly is ORDER? Don't rush to explain, Lisa, I enjoy a touch of disorder as it nears the weekend. Often, sometimes. All that blather is because my personal bulb is almost null and void! euiise myuis me

[emmajoygreen]

er,.. euiise myuis me !?

i think the Iffer gremlins took the PS space!

[Lisasview]

I like being organized... I think I get loads more done.
I always have a plan for the next day. If that plan gets finished early then I have a plan for the rest of the day.
So that is what I meant be order.
Lisa

[emmajoygreen]

Perhaps with respect to your beautiful writing ... perhaps best to delete the above or slip intpo messages! Yes, no?

[Lisasview]

No, that is not necessary ...

[emmajoygreen]

I really must learn to spell!

[Lisasview]

Ahh, this is strange Emma, I am so seldom on here these days...but I am now and I see a message from you...So funny...
I really hope to get back to writing and posting... This new knee is taking the wind out of me.
Lisa

[Zoe Richardson]

This has a decidedly Shakesperean feel to it. I love how it tells the story of someone who feels caught in their desires, bound by vines and careless promises. It gives off a feeling of "lost, all is lost." I am with you on this one. Love is not something that was ever kind to me.

[Lisasview]

I love writing Sonnets so I especially appreciate that you said it has a Shakespearian feel to it!!
Love is such a fickle thing...
Thank you so much for understanding my poem,
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful sonnet Lisa. Beautifully composed as all your work is. I can tell the effort that has gone in to this piece. Your posted artwork complements your lines well.

while moaning passions ~ it is all for show

What impact that final line has. Speaks to me of two who aren’t on the same page.

A treat to read a new poem from your exquisite pen.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Well, absolutely Chris...this couple are definitely not on the same page.
You hit the nail on the head.
Thank you for reading and reviewing and saying such wonderful things about my poems.
It is always a treat to read what you say,
Lisa

[AJNJ]

A very cool sonnet. I must say you gave me a pleasant moment here.

[Lisasview]

I enjoy writing Sonnets...not always easy...that is for sure.
Thank you for reading and reviewing,
Lisa

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love for show will never go
hand in hand
when heart for heart
is invalid.
Lovely expression and the form is proper as a sonnet should be.
j.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for your wonderful review.
I greatly appreciate it.
Lisa

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Love is such a beguiling emotion. We say it with such a nonchalant manner the word loses any value to it. And yet when its shown there is no mistake it exists in that moment. But in living does it wither and cause us to grow roots around ourselves as protection from its infection? It's a malady of the mind and heart that causes euphoria and emotion. But in its passing are scars and solitude. We miss it when we don't have it, and at times hate being in it. Love is a riddle where the answer is known. CLE

[Lisasview]

Good Morning Carlos,
Your analysis of my poem is spoken on.
I really appreciate it that you took the time to send me a message!
Lisa