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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#16 Symbolic Love |
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In all aspects of life humans use symbols as a means of expression. Love is no exception, with red roses
as a prime example. For poets these symbols enable us to express love in our work. We are well into the sonnet
month and sonnets were originally love songs. So for this challenge let’s look at the symbols of love and how
they reflect love, how we use them and how we receive them from a lover. Happy Quilling! Jemmy XXXX |
Symbolic Love
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Maryse AchongA single rose pressed in a book, A reminder of days gone by, A youth’s sweet gesture as he took A young girl out, it made her cry... The memory still makes her sigh: Though time and years sep'rate them now That lovely rose remains a tie, A bond between them still somehow. back to list |
Jem FarmerGalloping through the heart are hooves Of my true loves mustang in groove With the dance he started right there, Galloping through this hearts hooves here Sending up a dusty smoke screen Ready to feel yet not be seen This scene once replayed on a beach Sending up a dusty sand pleach. Wishes we wish'd and songs to sing Brought us closer together than anything Anything heavens could foretell, Wishes we wish'd in songs to tell Our cantering stole our hearts show Slowing the beat not letting go.  back to list |
Divena CollinsA love that I have never known That has shown no shame to me 'twas all I could do but pray That some day we shall be free. His tender kiss shall ever stay As we lay down upon the heath I had never known such passion In this fashion love bequeath. Time shall tell how we both feel Of how real this love shall be To know that deep down inside We take pride in what we see. Where had he been all my life For past strife love went amiss Shall it be that we now know Passions flow within utter bliss.  ----- Love by the Lake Do you recall the day when we first met I had loved you then as I love you now Never within my heart shall I ever regret Those tender kisses that your lips endow How upon this earth could we ever forget We knew at once this love was meant to be That very moment that your eyes met mine Something was there that set our love free A certain smile or perhaps that gentle touch Had enduced strong feelings of love divine Shall it have been etched in stars as such An eternal destiny that binds love together Where memories never fade at all so much The day we first met shall be ours forever.  back to list |
Jem FarmerSo sweet the little song of love, Thereof a poetic embrace, Across the world of sonnet form The only normal is its grace. From rhythmic meter caught in verse To the bursts of echoing sound The beauty of words will explode And goad the pen to leap and bound Across the page in loving ink Expressions think with heart’s delight And fourteen lines then ebb and flow, A glowing soul within the night. Humble words of a poet’s heart In the sonnet become pure art!  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleYou came in the house smiling, Whilst clutching a dark red rose Which you had found so beguiling As you held it up, close to your nose. Then you offered it to me to smell Which I did and shared your pleasure. A lovely fragrance we could treasure Pleasing us so easy, and oh so well. The simplest things bring such joy So long I have known it to be true Yet sometimes you seem to be coy But that is you playing like you do. I have no fear now as time goes by For you have taught me how to fly. back to list |
Liz RuleI will always remember you, your touch, your sweet, sweet lips, your whispered breath on my skin, your eyes suffused with the glimmer glow of love that set those windows of your soul alight. Still the honey of your voice calls to me down the twist of years: 'Remember me, my love; remember I am always here; always I await you.' Never can I forget the incandescence of the love that warmed my soul, made me a part of you and you a part of me. Always we are nestled each within the other's heart. ----- My Tambourine Man Come to me, my Tambourine Man, find me in the hush of morn, pipe for me your wildest magic, dance with me at the gates of dawn. Strum your guitar, my Tambourine Man, sing to me your sweetest song, I hear your ankle bells a-jingle, love me while the day is long. Cast your breath upon the wind, I will inhale your fragrance deep, take me aboard your rollicking ship and rock me in your arms to sleep. Take me far beyond night’s curtain, show me the secret ways of rhyme, drum me the rhythms of the ancients, skip with me into a vortex of time. There we will sip, from wells of darkness, primeval thoughts from before first dawn, there we will cast our lines of gossamer, fishing for galaxies not yet born. Come to me, oh, my Tambourine Man, your music has me in its thrall, pipe once again your ancient magic and I will dance till evening’s fall. ----- Wentworth Falls Suite I remember those nights watching the moon rise over the waterfall… casting light on the traces of our interlocking lives do you see the way our tracks intersect there on the sandy soil… here the hiatus where rock records no footprints did we swear to love forever… that spring in our valley or was it the rustling of the myrtle leaves? II summer's zenith… beneath the waterfall the pool beckons we cool our bickering in its icy depths III winnowing wind - a rainbow drifts in the spray from the waterfall IV thinking of you I listen to the waterfall echoes of your voice linger in the sound of the water where is the lyrebird that once strummed its tail to the rhythm of your song? back to list |
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