Where The Wild Roses Grow

Will you not meet me underneath the waves?
‘Cause there I lie; I fear the Shadow’s Son —
who gently sings the Broken to their graves.

I was the bearer of a searing sun —
when you burned bright, burned fiercely in my heart;
burnt to the very core, it mattered none.

They say I loved you from the very start —
and did not see when envy drowned the light;
when boiling storms just tore my heart apart.

Yet, here I float, in seas of darkest night —
soon to be bound to whom my soul enslaves;
the Shadow’s Son, who whispers songs of blight.

I seek the One whose heart the darkness braves…
Will you not meet me underneath the waves?

( Terza Rima Sonnet)

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Touch of the Past (rewritten)

autumn’s gentle touch
veils
mournful paths (i walk),
metamorphoses
tears’ burdensome sting

rows upon rows ~
towering high, majestic
some small,
cracked and bruised
frail and broken

old, they whisper,
venerable,
earthen beds
monuments in time

names, embedded,
moss-accentuated ~
i greet their faces,
honor
the Long Gone
with beating heart
and open mind

oaks’ heavy boughs
pick my thoughts,
extract,
lift with ease, to join
trees’ misty heads ~
as if they weigh nothing

and in their company
i feel comforted,
for they know all ~
smile warmly,
never judge

and in their company
i find
my heart,
my voice,
my sweet solitude.

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… much gratitude to the Iron Poets. You know who you are.

Charon

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love across a bloody ocean
fateful struggle with the waves
great Charon, please grant us passage!
don’t leave us to mourn at graves

stretched, our hearts; almost to bursting
love across a bloody ocean
ferryman, we beg your mercy;
are you content with our notion?

love, so cruel when lost so sudden,
love, so tender once, so pure
love across a bloody ocean
love – eternal, absent cure.

only time will soothe our heartache
and we crumble, in devotion
held in life and doomed to suffer
love across a bloody ocean.

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Susan Daniels and the Panda of the “Three Nuts and a Squirrel Crew” extended another challenge. This time we are to write a poem using Apostrophe (a figure of speech in which someone absent or dead or something nonhuman is addressed as if it were alive and present and was able to reply), the theme is Saudade (accommodates in one word the haunting desire for a lost love, or for an imaginary, impossible, never-to-be-experienced love), and it must include the line “love across a bloody ocean”.

I decided to address the Ferryman, Charon, directly (but as you can see, he’s a stubborn fella when it gets to whom he lets into his boat). I also felt the need to make a Quatern out of this (cheated only a little), since the provided line consisted of eight syllables… lucky me, I love Quaterns! Heh.

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photo credits: people.tribe.net