Fervent Folly

Fervent Folly

A Poem by .:Arianna:.

Look at the creases 
you made in my glove
Each of my poems 
has suffered for love.

Each of my wrinkles
is dipped in your time
Each of my rosemary
needing your thyme

I wake every morning
forgetting a dream
I sleep every evening
remembering a scheme

I savor each thirst
for it leads to your well
Grant me a secret
that I'll never tell

Give me a promise
that lasts through the rapture
Your towering castle
is so hard to capture

I climb over ivy
and I climb over stone
Your gates do not open
and I'm still alone

Look at the cracks
in my beckoning wall
They threaten to crumble
they threaten to fall

Look at the lovers 
all busy eloping
Each of my poems 
has been punished for hoping.

© 2016 .:Arianna:.


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Never despair over being alone.
The advantages outweigh the bad;
Independence, I say,is a skill you should hone
And, I think, in the end, you'll be glad
Not to have anyone telling you what
They want or they need you to do'
Just be glad there's no other to cater to. But
Also glad you can focus on you.
I truly do wish I could say I had done
Just what I'm recommending to you!
Instead, I got hitched,and it cancelled my fun
Now, I'm constantly told what to do.
Oh, how I long for the freedom I knew,
The pleasures of living so free!
Consolation, I fear, is an iffy thing too--
Cos I need him to die before me.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Never despair over being alone.
The advantages outweigh the bad;
Independence, I say,is a skill you should hone
And, I think, in the end, you'll be glad
Not to have anyone telling you what
They want or they need you to do'
Just be glad there's no other to cater to. But
Also glad you can focus on you.
I truly do wish I could say I had done
Just what I'm recommending to you!
Instead, I got hitched,and it cancelled my fun
Now, I'm constantly told what to do.
Oh, how I long for the freedom I knew,
The pleasures of living so free!
Consolation, I fear, is an iffy thing too--
Cos I need him to die before me.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

To drink in "someone's well"
Too many lines to pick a favorite. This carries great emotion of love lost and yet hope at the same time all pour onto pages.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I am so glad that I stumbled upon this magnificent poem. The first stanza is like the first flower on a rain chain, and the rain just spills from one stanza to the next, spilling finally into that last heart-rending line of punishment for hoping. This is so lady-like and beautiful in the most resplendent way. Congratulations on writing such a penultimate poem. I love it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


........Oh, if only you could hear me as "wow" gasped out of my mouth! Ho-ly kwap!! I love this poem. Perfection in every aspect of its being!! Strong imagery! Sublime musicality! Great repetitions! And that ending....I'm speechless! Well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


reminds me of a beautiful fairy tale from long ago

Posted 7 Years Ago



Love this as I do all of them!

:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Nice one. It's an old story, but if it's told well, it's one with an audience every time. The fourth stanza could stand a little tightening up, I think. That's good, though. It's good to have a piece worth working on.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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.:Arianna:.

Amsterdam, Netherlands



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Welcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..

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