YIELD
Across still water
I hear her voice sometimes
clear,
as a peal of bells.
All those whispering ripples
and waves we shared
the joyous ring of laugher.
Oh how the mighty are fallen
once love arrives to breach
those well built walls.
Who could resist a
dose of those lips
or,
eyes that pierce.
Searched mine so deeply
I appear naked unto the world
as they found my safe
hiding place, opened me up
exposing my soul’s sanctuary
once more to the light.
Memories appear.
Now,
turning to grey in mist
of days gone by.
Pictures frayed at the edges
will turn to sepia soon, too.
But,
she knows
Oh yes, she knows
in quietude as the
moon-whispers arrive on
wings of dawn
She knows my soul
will still yield to nought
but love.
~*~
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Hi! Doing my rounds again. I must say this was a gorgeous heart-felt poem.
We’re having a discussion/vote re critiquing at RFWer site. I hope you will drop by when you can and comment/vote. It’s crucial.
Denise
amazing.
I like this poem a lot. You are such a soulful writer hence your name. I love the last stanza.
‘She knows my soul
will still yield to nought
but love.’
Well written.
lovely whispering poem and flowing too.
thanks for sharing it~
Great opening line – “across still water “.
Hello.
This is simply beautiful.
“Oh how the mighty are fallen
once love arrives to breach
those well built walls.”…I love this!
This is a testament that love NEVER dies.
Wonderful, Bren.
Totally pulls at the heart 🙂 A lovely excerpt.
……..dhole
Hi,
Beautiful, simply beautiful prose and heartfelt memories.
I adore poetry, and this is lovely!
best
F
Soulful poem!!! “Moon-whispers” – loved it!
Lovely
That’s how it should be.
I especially like:
Oh how the mighty are fallen
once love arrives to breach
those well built walls.
Love yields to everything but hatred. Nice poem. Cheers.
This is perfection
This poem is lovely. The words flow so nicely and have such potency.
On a side note, I used to be subscribed to your blog ( I don’t know what happened) but I don’t get emails of your posts anymore. And, here you are writing beautiful poems and I didn’t even know it. I noticed your comment on my last post so I figured I’d check you out. I’m glad I did. Cheers!
Hi Daydreamertoo! I’ve been away and am doing the rounds. I’m so glad I came here today and saw your latest poems. What beautiful imagery! More than that, this Friday the Romantic Friday Writers Challenge is Voices, and either of your last two poems would fit the bill. Would you consider re-posting/re-linking to one for this week’s challenge? I’ve had an attempt at a poem for the Voices challenge and it pales when held up against your work.
Denise
truly beautiful
This brought to mind “The Great Gatsby”–beautiful write the evokes strong emotion.
This is gloriously beautiful – elegaic. “She knows….my soul will still yield to nought but love.” Just lovely.
Love the changes that appear in the poem and produces a good impact !! Beautiful use of the prompt words!!
I love how the imagery changes from loud and harsh to sepia..like memories..which can sometimes be sharp..but always powerful..great piece..Jae