Linked to One Shoot Poetry http://onestoppoetry.com/ in response to the photo-prompt. Photography by Fee Easton.
The Love that’s tinged
is easier to write,
to live and
the silken touch
cool caresses in a Lake—
a kiss that tastes
Subtle sounds of
and images that linger
in the darkness of
a new-moon night.
But as the days grow old
and we, along with them,
You probe the
a day gone by
a shriveled hand.
Then Spring breaks through
in songs of mockingbirds.
Very sweet, Victoria. I love how love changes, gentles, and grows more appreciated and still now and again burst out in full flame. Lovely.
Methinks 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.
Erotic 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…
the old age love is real love, the love of growing old together, accepting everything. 🙂
There’s something especially sweet about an old, enduring love. I love your description of this, Victoria.
Love the elusive nature, touching the hand to Spring forth days of love, of life gone by… a beautiful piece.
breathtaking! 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.
The touch of hand to bring the remembrance of a Springtime of loving…all is renewed…lovely ..bkm
You convey the aging process of love so well
Oh to sip the sweet wine with an old and dear companion
I remember you writing one like this earlier – what a blessing that you know old love.
Wonderful poem, I love your take on aging and enduring Love.
Thanks for sharing 🙂
Such beautiful words – and I think that enduring love is the kind we are all looking for really 😀
Beautiful! So glad I stopped by…Love is boundless…
smiles. i want that endearing love to last well into those days…whata sweet and tender verse…
Absolutely 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.
Your words follow love’s folw through life. I enjoyed them very much in their smooth motion and gentle images.
Nice poem written beautifully about aging people love…that tastes of wine and sweat is nice to imagine
i 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
Truly 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.