Linked to One Shoot Poetry http://onestoppoetry.com/ in response to the photo-prompt. Photography by Fee Easton.
Old Love
The Love that’s tinged
by Eros
is easier to write,
to live and
to imagine:
the silken touch
of water—
cool caresses in a Lake—
a kiss that tastes
of wine
and sweat.
Subtle sounds of
breath, and
pounding pulses
and images that linger
in the darkness of
a new-moon night.
But as the days grow old
and we, along with them,
diminish,
winter shadows
cannot overwhelm
enduring Love.
You probe the
memory of
a day gone by
and stroke
a shriveled hand.
Then Spring breaks through
in songs of mockingbirds.
Jamie Dedes
/ May 23, 2011Very sweet, Victoria. I love how love changes, gentles, and grows more appreciated and still now and again burst out in full flame. Lovely.
Tino
/ May 16, 2011Methinks you like mockingbirds.
Another awesome poem. I am so fortunate to have found your blog when I did. I am never disappointed when I read you latest offerings.
Carol Ann Hoel
/ May 16, 2011Erotic love enjoyed by the young may overshadow agape love; but agape love endures and grows while erotic love is fading. The relationship blessed with agape love will endure; while the one with only erotic love may wither.
What a beautiful poem! I like the photo! You are gifted and skillful in your use of words, Victoria. Blessings to you…
trisha
/ May 16, 2011the old age love is real love, the love of growing old together, accepting everything.
Bodhirose
/ May 16, 2011There’s something especially sweet about an old, enduring love. I love your description of this, Victoria.
Reflections
/ May 16, 2011Love the elusive nature, touching the hand to Spring forth days of love, of life gone by… a beautiful piece.
dani
/ May 16, 2011breathtaking! touching gently upon aging but ending on such a hopeful note. this is a wonderful description of “old love” ~ i hope to have it yet.
barbara
/ May 16, 2011The touch of hand to bring the remembrance of a Springtime of loving…all is renewed…lovely ..bkm
moondustwriter
/ May 16, 2011You convey the aging process of love so well
Oh to sip the sweet wine with an old and dear companion
souldipper
/ May 16, 2011I remember you writing one like this earlier – what a blessing that you know old love.
thelinnet1
/ May 15, 2011Wonderful poem, I love your take on aging and enduring Love.
Thanks for sharing
Abi
Blossom Dreams
/ May 15, 2011Such beautiful words – and I think that enduring love is the kind we are all looking for really
Chloe xx
Helena White
/ May 15, 2011Beautiful! So glad I stopped by…Love is boundless…
brian
/ May 15, 2011smiles. i want that endearing love to last well into those days…whata sweet and tender verse…
Arron Palmer
/ May 15, 2011Absolutely adore your description of Love here, Victoria. I agree so much that age can both nullify a love, yet also, with careful reminders, bring forth second, third, 27th Springs. Beautiful, tender and wise. A lot like the couple in the picture’s love.
knightsheart
/ May 15, 2011Victoria,
Your words follow love’s folw through life. I enjoyed them very much in their smooth motion and gentle images.
Iwrite4u
/ May 15, 2011Nice poem written beautifully about aging people love…that tastes of wine and sweat is nice to imagine
Claudia
/ May 15, 2011i love the kiss tasting of wine and sweat….hmmm..nice but also love how you went from there to the shriveled hand and spring breaking through…good when love makes it all the way to that point
dustus
/ May 15, 2011Truly a great love poem in terms of both realism and representation of aging. Plus, it has a smooth polished flow that sounds like music to my ears. Wonderful writing.