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SOUL MATES
Before our skins touched the breath of our pores
Before our mouths echoed a creation of commands
There you were in cloud of dreamscape
There you were your face in my minds eye
Asleep i slumbered snugly in your ethereal arms
Asleep i smelled your fragrant sweet eternal being
You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
You became the dew for fresh new mornings
We etched the sunset into our empty recognition
We etched the horizon out for changed landscape
How then can i let you go, for what more
How then can i say goodbye, when my love stays
SOUL MATES © gillena cox 2016
Prompt Nights – Intuition’s as though we’re seeing with our soul [25]
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CHICKENED OUT
We joined the queue
It was quite a long queue
I was adamant. Yes I replied
Let's join the queue
We were going to meet the gypsy
So we joined the queue
Brixton market, there we were
Balmy weather, us in the queue
We moved up a bit, a slow crawl
Seemed never ending, this queue
There she was reading a palm
After a long wait in the queue
We could see her now
From our place in the queue
Aw let's go, I change my mind. So
after all this time we left the queue
CHICKENED OUT © gillena cox 2016
Whistles!!! Gosh, Gillena I am absolutely floored :D Loved both the poems. Soulmates is such a beautifully romantic write :D especially adore the lines 'You became the cliche, the end to my sentences, you became the dew for fresh new mornings." When I read Chickened out I recalled a quotation by Sir Walter Scott 'Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.' Beautifully executed!
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Sanaa
Happy you dropped in Sanaa. Thanks for sharing that quote
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How well you described that comfortable feeling of loving another to such a degree that are but one. In your second poem I too would chicken out not having the faith to trust a seer (and also thinking I'll make my own way!).
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You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
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after all this time we left the queue
How wonderful to be having the one where both are meant for each other. You nailed it with the beautiful lines. For the second one, it is often a concern to be told of what's coming that one just don't want to hear it!
Hank
thanks for your appreciation Hank
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The last verse to Soulmates was so touching. You built up this beautiful love, so that we ached along with the protagonist at the end.
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The last stanza of "Soul Mates" leaves the reading gasping. Some goodbyes are difficult, but when the heart must be left behind they are almost impossible.
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Both lovely work, in their different ways! Sigh... I just can't write truly romantic poetry...
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I love the depth of Soulmates and the change of pace to Chickened Out! Love is a process and a risk at times and yet 'We etched the sunset into our empty recognition..We etched the horizon out for changed landscape'..seems to suggest it is very much worth the work :)
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Enjoyed these both so much,,,some serious, sensual romance and a bit of wasted time in that queue :-) the chicken is perfect for the poem! I also love the lines "You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
ReplyDeleteYou became the dew for fresh new mornings" It would be so nice to have such feelings for someone.
Thank you for your appreciation Linda
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