NaPoMo poem #3
This is the third of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.
• NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.
3rd Time – Love
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you maiden of ice and storm
grew hard-edged and ever bitter
brittle as a sun-parched bone
chilled as a steel-cold touch
and you maiden of your jealous god
grew sullen and removed
closed tight to this worldly plane
pining for your not-yet bliss
now sweet maiden of the tender soul
of warmth and open joy
you come to me with passion’s kiss
to claim my love for life
these three forever known by me
each occupied a different dream
two knew a man who’s now long past
one knows and holds my heart
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rob kistner © 2009
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Great descriptions of the three women! I can just feel the sun coming out by the third one!
Thank you Linda…
…this is a very personal portrait, from my perspective, of the 3 women with whom I’ve married in my life.
I suppose I grew enough as a person through my life so as not to ruin my 3rd, and most beloved, current wife.
…rob
Previous attempts at happiness are often forgotten when the right one comes along. Beautifully written and great use of imagery.
i like “pining for your not-yet bliss.” thanks for doing the prompt!
Beautiful.
I hope it’s the third one you know now!
Nice work. And an interesting take on the prompt. It won’t look like it, but your poem inspired mine today! Thanks….