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Submitted by Candlewitch on 14 February 2008 - 5:25pm.| Updated 15 February 2008 - 3:05pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Older now, we embrace our lives
with creative hearts and
worldly designs of learning.
We hungry eyed artists seeking
sculptors of early yearning,
our passion sweeter than laughter.
attentively clinging
to sun-warmed pearlescent smiles.
In these senior years,
we are creatures of everlasting hope,
secretly longing for the past
days of wild-spirited bliss.
We adventurous lovers all,
dream of expeditions to discover
in the steamy untamed jungles
of our youthful imaginations.
The heady spice scented heat rising
from the vortex of forbidden zones,
while in our minds eye we are
playing tag with the tides
on the sandy beaches of our
desired lover’s dreaming!
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
*Renamed. The original posting was on February 14th 08
(5 votes)
Passions of our Dusk
Dear Cat
Thank you for you comments, I love you poem Passions of our Dusk - beautifully descriptive poem.
Max
p.s. I will be reading more.
Hi Max
Thank you especially for reading my poem and the compliment!
Always, Cat
passions of our dusk
I soon will be fifty years old
and have silver white hair
coming in
but I too remember the years of
my twenties the laughter and
songs
travelling free with a girl on my
hip sweet words to whisper
I see old people holding hands all
the time up here in my City
(north bay ontario canada..right on good
ol lake Nippy home of absolute beautific
sunsets..)
I think old love is rich and full of savour
and flavour like brandy aged in fine oak
(mmmmmmmmmmmmmm)
well at least I’m hoping and looking forward
to this!!!!
great viewpoint
great Poem!!
O
Thank you
Thank you for all of your input and your title suggestion. I’m so glad that you agree with my belief that just because we get older, it doesn’t mean that we dry up inside. I loved your colorful comparison to brandy aged in fine oak! You made my day!
Candlewitch (Cat)
Dreaming with the voice of experience
Great poem Cat, although i for one would not want to return to my youth, I prefer the age of experience and have more dreams and passion than i ever did then…still seem to make as many mistakes too although with age you are unfortunately expected to know better.lol. Keith
LOL!
Yes, we are expected to know better with experience! I don’t think I would want to relive my youth, but I wouldn’t mind having that kind of youthful energy and zest to borrow from. It is always nice to read your thoughts.
Cat
We are creatures of
We are creatures of everlasting hope
Is a brilliant line and I love these lines to.
We adventurous lovers all,
dream of expeditions to discover
in the steamy untamed jungles
of our youthful imaginations.
The heady spice scented heat rising
An exciting piece of writing, excellent language use and imagery. I really enjoyed reading this.
With best wishes
Kaz
It’s impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Hello Kaz!
Thank you so very much for taking the time to read my poem and tell me your views on it! I am honored,
Cat
Hey Cat
well what can I say you know it is well written as always but , I don’t dream yet lol
Chrys
:)
Thanks, Chrys!
You don’t dream yet? But that’s no fun… Take a chance and dare to dream!
Love ya, Cat.
Hi Cat...
I liked this very much…excellent imagery…great job..
Hello (the)moonman!
Nice to meet you! I’m glad you liked my poem and took the time to say so. I hope to read some of your poetry soon.
Cat
Aging along
Yes I agree with the Professor I would too rather
be this age aches and pains and all
and likewise make the same mistakes ha ha
I love the comments to this poem
It is a lovely and grand work
O
:)
Thank you once again!
Cat
I’m not sure about the
I’m not sure about the phrase
“creative hearts” or the last
two lines which are not as
strong as what preceded it
but a delight nonetheless.
-rp
Hello rp
Thank you for reading my poem and sharing your ideas and thoughts with me.
Cat
Playing tag with the tides
I love those last few lines! Drachm
Hi drachm
I appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem! Thank you.
Always, Cat