It's been a decade since I returned to writing poetry.
After some heartbreaking events in 2001, I joined a writing sight, and soon op/eds and humor pieces gave way to writing verse again. I had not done so since the 70's. Verse, and having the courage to publish verse on the internet led to additional bravery, and soon I was resuming a career, which always manages to push things I care about out of my life. In the past two years, I have written little poetry. I have something in progress that may be finished later this month, in time for a "National Poetry Month" posting....and even if it is not, I thought I would share a poem from 2005 with you...
After some heartbreaking events in 2001, I joined a writing sight, and soon op/eds and humor pieces gave way to writing verse again. I had not done so since the 70's. Verse, and having the courage to publish verse on the internet led to additional bravery, and soon I was resuming a career, which always manages to push things I care about out of my life. In the past two years, I have written little poetry. I have something in progress that may be finished later this month, in time for a "National Poetry Month" posting....and even if it is not, I thought I would share a poem from 2005 with you...
What I Wouldn’t Give
What I wouldn’t give to
Take your compassion and stroke it
Into soulful passion --
Your steadfast spirit and
Merge it with the lonely,
Making quenching fire.
Cooling you when flames bear embers
To ash and crumble, listening
For the meaning of your voice.
Me, a vagabond with no
Boundaries and naught to risk.
I’d risk it all for you.
I channel my bright intensity into
Witty repartee and scarcely hope
That in your amused notice
In your careful and orderly
Existence…
There is room for one who
Will strip away your caution
And scatter it to the wind
Forcing you to face your dilemma…
Friend or lover?
What I wouldn’t give to
Take your compassion and stroke it
Into soulful passion --
Your steadfast spirit and
Merge it with the lonely,
Making quenching fire.
Cooling you when flames bear embers
To ash and crumble, listening
For the meaning of your voice.
Me, a vagabond with no
Boundaries and naught to risk.
I’d risk it all for you.
I channel my bright intensity into
Witty repartee and scarcely hope
That in your amused notice
In your careful and orderly
Existence…
There is room for one who
Will strip away your caution
And scatter it to the wind
Forcing you to face your dilemma…
Friend or lover?
An interesting side note... the man who was once a friend when this poem was written is now perhaps the love of my life.
4 comments:
I love your poetry, Quid, and this is wonderful. You should share with us a little more often. :)
Fabulous! Looking forward to seeing your next poem.
I was just wondering last week why you hadn't been posting your awesome poetry. I love this poem. More, please!!! xo
Quid,
Your poem is passionate and
beautiful, and I greatly appreciate how you shared your heart here with us. I hope that when your poem in progress is finished, you will
share it with us. Raven
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