‘i me myne’

Pio and her lover

There was an absence and the
moon stood still,
a water honeyed rain fell silent
along the sill;
her lover coming from faraway
from the great war,
in the wind-heaved twilight she
could not be sure;
a black bird kept tapping on
the pane,
then growing dull flew away its
wings curtaining the rain;
she was not certain if it was an
omen, rubbing her eyes,
is it a new beginning or an ending
she would soon realize;
in her parlor, the rain sang with her
a melancholy tune,
my darling where are you, cast her
eyes to the moon;
beneath in the silvery surf a
wooden boat,
a spiny sail cast in the shadows,
a skittery rote;
rudder slipped into silvery craters
in a simple drowse,
running down the beachhead,
crying seeping to espouse;
her hand slowly touched him, you came
to me, said in a whisper,
he lay still in the spume of waves, comes
a dark way, the redeemer.

#1Pio and her lover

Morris and his impulses

Aging grey on hair and beard
and other echoes
of time- disturbing the dust
on a clock,
shall Morris follow?

Despite his number of years
he was dignified
yet invisible in others eyes;
much like Autumn leaves
hidden in shrubbery.

So, he moved, in a formal
day-to-day pattern along
the empty alleys of
life; quite often
down the drained pools
hidden excitedly by rain
(that could not bear too much reality).

Whilst there, Morris would search
for garlic and sapphires
in the drying mud;
sing an appeasing song to
satisfy any winged bird,
ascend to a nearby tree
to join them.

His compulsion did not go unnoticed,
for on one particular occasion
a woman bird watching caught
sight in her binoculars;
she sang out in a chirping vernacular:
voice in, voice out from
wholesome lungs.

In appetency, in his operant way,
Morris invited her up to
a limb on the tree;
they clutched and clung,
fingers curled,
birds chortled,
winter crumbled into Spring.

Their love whirled like a wafted wind,
hearts afire (with deep thought and
meaning); every moment anew of
belonging to each other,
till death do they; until, happily ever.

#2Morris and his impulses

A long love

Love is handily made of what is necessary
To replace a loneliness;
A plainly made agreement on paper to stop
The holes- the one in the heart,
The one for a singular arrangement established
By a length of emptiness.

Did she mean, did he say, you do not cry,
Tell lightly what you meant;
All of which nobody not you knew.
But it is so. Once in a while you wait.
There is no search, but there is hope.

A circle of a ring and a chance for pleasure
And not getting tired of it,
It shows there is no mistake.
A commitment is a commitment and does
Not connect under a bed.
The sight of a reason, the same sight slighter,
The intention to wishing,
The same splendor is a necessity needed.

A method of love, a single climb to a system,
Lily white with a noise and a grace;
Not in a catalogue, not a resignation-
All makes for a silver lining with no ribbon.

#3A long love

72 comments on “‘i me myne’

  1. weedjee says:

    Lance and poems is a perfect balsam in lockdown times… love will survive as Lance ideas!.

  2. Oh Lance, I enjoyed these three, shall I say uncharacteristic poems you presented us. Full of loving description, even rhyme in the first! You weaved three vignettes into pleasure, You showed us your versatility and also your romantic finesse! All three brought me joy in the reading. You demonstrate once again your eclectic talents in verse!

  3. Oh, these are three beautiful and exquisite poems! A true marriage of word and image. Thank you Lance for sharing them with us today. The wonderful rhyming structure was totally unexpected yet delicious wordsmith-ery in your first poem, “Pio and her lover.” Blessings always, Deborah.

  4. A great another poem! Thank you, Lance!

  5. Barbara Kasey Smith says:

    These writings by Lancesheridan fetch once stale images to bloom as beautiful as an autumn ray against a morning’s hues to bring life to each written word. Lance’s works are of a high degree of imaginative state for any reader. His works are excellent! Barbara Kasey Smith

  6. Very beautiful, especially the first one !
    Thank you, Lance.

  7. crazywitch25 says:

    I enjoyed the first one the most. It had an oriental feel to it.

  8. What interesting musings on love and loss, Lance. You have a heart for the lonely. ❤

  9. Lovely poem, Lance. Your words have so much depth in them. The way you rhyme your poetry is awesome. What a beautiful picture too. Great 👍👍👍👍

  10. murisopsis says:

    Beautiful and startling descriptions – they resonate with me! Especially “Autumn leaves
    hidden in shrubbery”. I also commend you on the excellent use of alliteration it really makes “A Long Love” a delight to read aloud!

  11. murisopsis says:

    Beautiful and startling descriptions – they resonate with me! Especially “Autumn leaves
    hidden in shrubbery”. I also commend you on the excellent use of alliteration it really makes “A Long Love” a delight to read aloud!

  12. lampmagician says:

    Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
    Three Jewels🙏

  13. You had me at “wings curtaining the rain”. Beautiful.

  14. Jay Bleu says:

    So classically written!!!

  15. Dear Lance, you’re excellent at evoking emotions and a gripping ambiance. Thank you and remain healthy. Elisa

  16. rabirius says:

    Wonderful words, Lance. I’m always amazed by your poems.

  17. Three to savour, slowly, a stanza at a time! Thank you for your poetry, Lance!

  18. Joana Alaves says:

    What a wonderful poem Lance!!! Love the rhyming structure!!! Grettings , Joana.

  19. Francina says:

    Very beautiful and exquisite poems, Lance. The art work is lovely too. Thank you for sharing. Take care.

  20. zita666479 says:

    Amazing post 😄

  21. Garima Puri says:

    So express poem keep it up sir 😊😊

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