Post by AquarianM on Nov 19, 2012 23:22:37 GMT -5
Poets' Ache Review...
I often wonder where this deep melancholy or strenuous joy I feel resides.
Where does this come from, this deep sense of soaking up the moment
Before it's gone away, once again too soon? To see romance in the
Light of the moon, or beauty stark and crystal clear in a fleeting moment
I can never truly share the experience of nor capture as well as I might wish?
No matter how I strive to capture this jewel of pure feeling that sweeps over me with the power of an ocean tide.
I see magic moments at every turn, longing to run them through over and over
To wring from them every sense of perception they might yield and then
Take the world by the lapels with words and stare into their eyes asking,
"Did you see how grand and glorious that was?"
In the deep times of the night, I settle for the precious few moments
I can enliven for our tomorrows and glance up at the moon and stars in
Wide-eyed wonder at their incredible glowing show, and wonder,
"Why am I allowed to see the glory if I cannot pass every drop on?"
I shall be forced to content myself with sending forward the brief glimpses
I am allowed to salvage in these meager few words,
And so I choose the grandest I can find and hope it is enough.
Because I miss you so much.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/07/2000
*Note: I was inspired to find this 13-year-old poem of mine and bring it here by Doug's poem, "The Speck" ( poeticconstellations.yuku.com/topic/58237/The-Speck ) - and this is my reply to Doug's work: "Doug, life and the infinite cosmos make us small, but love makes us a bit larger. Your write is full of wistful reminiscing melancholy, or more lovingly known among poetic circles as "the poets' ache." ( Ref: damnthatkarma.deviantart.com/art/The-poet-s-ache-67475950 , www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=230469 , www.poetry.com/poems/449454-The-Poet-s-Lament , www.lightverse.com/LightVerseDocLibrary/frmViewDocByID.asp?ID=2825 ) I think it's because poets so often see glimpses of infinity in magnification that we feel this thing your Muse gave you to pen so deeply.
Dan"
I often wonder where this deep melancholy or strenuous joy I feel resides.
Where does this come from, this deep sense of soaking up the moment
Before it's gone away, once again too soon? To see romance in the
Light of the moon, or beauty stark and crystal clear in a fleeting moment
I can never truly share the experience of nor capture as well as I might wish?
No matter how I strive to capture this jewel of pure feeling that sweeps over me with the power of an ocean tide.
I see magic moments at every turn, longing to run them through over and over
To wring from them every sense of perception they might yield and then
Take the world by the lapels with words and stare into their eyes asking,
"Did you see how grand and glorious that was?"
In the deep times of the night, I settle for the precious few moments
I can enliven for our tomorrows and glance up at the moon and stars in
Wide-eyed wonder at their incredible glowing show, and wonder,
"Why am I allowed to see the glory if I cannot pass every drop on?"
I shall be forced to content myself with sending forward the brief glimpses
I am allowed to salvage in these meager few words,
And so I choose the grandest I can find and hope it is enough.
Because I miss you so much.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/07/2000
*Note: I was inspired to find this 13-year-old poem of mine and bring it here by Doug's poem, "The Speck" ( poeticconstellations.yuku.com/topic/58237/The-Speck ) - and this is my reply to Doug's work: "Doug, life and the infinite cosmos make us small, but love makes us a bit larger. Your write is full of wistful reminiscing melancholy, or more lovingly known among poetic circles as "the poets' ache." ( Ref: damnthatkarma.deviantart.com/art/The-poet-s-ache-67475950 , www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=230469 , www.poetry.com/poems/449454-The-Poet-s-Lament , www.lightverse.com/LightVerseDocLibrary/frmViewDocByID.asp?ID=2825 ) I think it's because poets so often see glimpses of infinity in magnification that we feel this thing your Muse gave you to pen so deeply.
Dan"