I wonder if you remember Eloisa
the wind gamboling in your sand-colored hair
drifting scents of orange tree flower
and you holding on your chest a crystal swan
with a lithe neck

but he’s gone and you
alike the blessed peace makers
dreamed of forgetting the wedding bells
and the silver trout jumping
or the rain plashes in limpid water
to forget how the vine branch cut before the leaves show out
cries drops of cloudy sap
to cry full of joy because the moon melted the clouds
and you have a blank look and there’s so much silence
that you cannot hear your eyelashes
trembling on your pillow
like a faraway call

Eloisa
the name of forgiveness is not forgetfulness
a north star fell over the frozen lilies in your *****
hoarfrost flowers slowly fall off from the empty cell’s window
a vestal once more
the one who forgets is therefore forgotten…

I heel, ball, toe on a beaten path
in the cold and the dark.

The light of the cartoon moon spills

over my skin,

suddenly braille.

Alone and shivering I begin to move.
No longer on the path in Ohio,
but in the firelight in Bogota'.
Golden flesh.
Twisting and body pulsing
with the beat of the music.


Back home where it’s cold and dark.
Dizzy and sick with heat that

isn’t there with me at all.

You can’t be here with me either.

When I sleep,

I’ll make like Eloisa, unbounded.

I suppose for now,
The cartoon moon will have to be company enough.

Jax,Lily,Flawless,Marta,Dr.Shweta,Shiv,Neeraj,Dg.
Emeka,Miss,Jule­s,Bridgett,Salim, Joceyn,memoona.
Sampreeta,daud,Stephanie,Grace,No name,Eloisa.
Hijenduanao,Kauthar,Damien,Joye,Marta,Narendra.
Jole­ne, Perry, Freebird,Surbhi,Godawan,Ikimi,tm,
Xaela,try,S Nirmal,Astrea,Erin,Mindless,Lace,HB.
AP,Timur,Kasidee,Caterra,the­ untold,Melancholy.
Melanie,mckenzie, clark,beebz,sherri,bryan,bakunawa.
khaliyah,brianna,Ay2brutus,Ang­el-like,Maxx,Lure ***.
Mike, me zeal, Kim,Kim,Maeiby,Shanath,Marshall,xallan.
Weeping Willow,Mike Hauser,Serena,AnnMarie,DavidLewis.
JenniferJohnson, itgonnamakesense,Mike Essiq,Nancy.
Olivia,Paul,Mark,Phil,PoetressBhumi and Wilyam Pax.
Here some more love you all, I pray that you are blessed.

My Reportage for 10/8/2018
When I was a child, my mother and the neighbors
would sit on the front stoop and gossip
about current events: ones would pretend
to be reading her book, but ones ears were like
cable vision indoor satellite: broadcasting
Christine Blasey Ford and Judge Brett Kavanaugh
Stirs up a lot in me this past week
About my childhood memories,

I felt unnerves, about topics that old folks chat about back then:
I remember the villains, child *** predators and ****** fathers
the child's entrapment and powerlessness era in our small village
Where the old folks buried the secrets under the rugs
And prayer about it on Sunday morn

Flashing back to those stories,
too often is nerve wrecking
I called them the gossiping sundown moments:
Shilling was a clone of Brett Kavanaugh: he drank and he forgets:

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! /
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. /
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! /
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
'Eloisa to Abelard', Alexander Pope

Those gossiping sundown moments,
Never dies when it enters the ears of a heedful child:
I was always one of those children,
Who was so careful about stranger’s looks?
the friendlier the neighbors sweet talk tones
I would take off with speed like the swarm drone
Odd! but that was all it took:

All emotions, even those that are suppressed and unexpressed, have physical effects. Unexpressed emotions tend to stay in the body like small ticking time bombs—they are illnesses in incubation.”
― Marilyn Van M. Derbur,
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Eloisa

Many thanks for reading mine.

I write to make the day as one worth living in.  
Time I shouldn't waste. To captive the moment is to be alive.

There is not only healing in words but they become silent and soothing friends, something much more sublime than human voices, especially in my lonely and sad moments.

I learnt my first words as a child and they remain with me even when I die---
I am bound to them, I hug and embrace them like a passionate lover,
I shed tears with and in them, they are my voice, my nurse, my guiding light, my religion.

When I am no longer in the light, neither of us loses sight of each other and I am blessed in that never-to-be severed mysterious togetherness.

Warm wishes
Peter

The seasons know their ripening
we should in humble patience wait
their beauty is blemished by our hurrying
how then could we ever celebrate?

Love has journeyed too far^ --   by night and day-
it's beyond the reach of my heart
ten thousand miles keep me away
all my hopes and dreams they fall apart

gloom has hung so low^
my flowers have gone to sleep^
the morrows will bring no glow
my bleeding sorrows# is all that I keep.

Believe me, my heart then
was brimful of spring
love, ah love I hugged
the most wondrous thing!

I was young and naive
too mindful of what the poets did sing
one winter dawn I woke up
found a faded fairytale-- caught me weeping!

Love---thanks for sharing your views. I do agree.

Though there's fantasy and folly in young love, it is a threshold to mature love at a later juncture but only if youth is able to wake up to reality, namely, that love is full of pain, heartache and sacrifice.  Love is a never-ending conversation but too often the dialogue ceases for some reason(s). Then bitterness and acrimony sets in--really tragic.  

No school of philosophy can teach people how to love--too often poets and philosophers  eulogise love and their writings lean toward the abstract which is out of line with reality.  

No person loves in the same way as another as we are unique--some want to be showered with love--all the while--and such demand often couldn't be met while others are content with less-- there is no barometer to measure what amount of love in a couple's life is deemed 'adequate'.

It would be well not to think of love in the abstract but rather view it being manifested in the ordinary acts of daily living--the sharing of joy or sorrow,  of the laughter and the tears, of the ups and downs, of the success and set-backs, of togetherness with loved ones, of health and illness, of burdens and tribulations and, in the end, of overcoming all the odds that come in the way and the ultimate celebration of a life together till the parting.

The couple can then say at the end:
We have loved with the fullness of our heart and found herein its beauty, its bliss and its every blessing--we want nothing more.

with best wishes

I have lost my voice in my brokenness
who will save me but myself alone?
I would have nothing of others' promises
though it's but all barrenness that I own

I gaze in reverie at the branches
hanging above me with teary flowers
they utter such painful and pitiful sentences
which I'll keep for long hours

therein are my secrets hidden
love my heart cares not to return
as each petal falls on my dreams sorely broken
it would be folly for me once again to ever yearn.

Memories --guardians of the past
time does not ravage, they outlast
the perfumes of love and laughter
upon the fond heart nostalgically they linger