In the heart of winter, we'd meet;
Crystal snow spread across our bed,
And river ice beneath.
I'm reminded by the cold and leaden sky--
My blue-eyed love and I.
I had a green-eyed love--
In the heart of summer we'd meet;
Lilies spread across our bed,
And drowning depths beneath.
I'm reminded by unforgiving July--
My green-eyed love and I.
I had a black-eyed love--
In the heart of autumn, we'd meet;
Windblown leaves spread across our bed,
And only the earth beneath.
Cruel the desire that lives nor dies--
My black-eyed love and I.
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for One Shot Wednesday.
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The more I explore your blogs the more I am intrigued. This poem was vivid and tantalizing. I love your photos and the sultriness of your style. I have to wonder what lies beyond the walls of the private blog lol. Thank you for sharing your poems. I loved the image that this had in the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. It makes me want to read more!
ReplyDeleteLove is fickle isn't it???
ReplyDeleteYou know I love your style
Thanks for being with us at One Shot Wednesday
Moon smiles
The echoes of your stanzas work so well. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteRobert, my private blog contains my erotic short stories.
ReplyDeleteEveryone...thank you so much for visiting and reading. I hope to make it around to all of yours very soon!
This was marvellously constructed.
ReplyDeletesimply fantastic. i love the way you change the eye's color in different season to reflect your emotions.
ReplyDeletelove the progression through the seasons as well as the color...and as always you capture the senses and send them realing...nicely done.
ReplyDeleteUs hazel-eyed girls need love, too!
ReplyDeleteThis read in my head as a song. I love the different portrayals of the loves!
ReplyDeleteOh sweetie, shivers.
ReplyDeleteThat is just beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI hear medieval music with this. Gorgeous, gorgeous writing.
ReplyDeleteFabulous piece Fireblossom, I love the transition between the color of eyes and their correlation to the seasons of love...bkm
ReplyDeletehappy to see you added to the Poet's United rolls...
you good
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki
Comfort Spiral
And what of Spring? She would have to be the hazel eyes, I think ;).
ReplyDeleteThe flow between the seasons, the colors and the accompaniement of all things natural is just beautiful, Shay.
Black wings upon
ReplyDeletean angle dark
Three lovers
did you see
leaden skies
unforgiving July
that lives nor dies
across the bed with thē
i think i feel in love with every season!!! but that season that kept me warm when i wanted it most most surely have been my black eyed love...now theres some memories...thanks for sharing with One Shot..cheers Pete
ReplyDeleteAlways good. Always spicy :)
ReplyDeleteYou say so much about life through this form and symbolism. Very well written. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAlso, appreciate you being a part of One Shot Wednesday!
Saaaayyyy, isn't that DHC from Danny's?
ReplyDeleteBittersweet memories, dearie?
funny how we can't hold on to any season but must submit to the next one
ReplyDeleteinteresting poem
loved the construction too
Such a fascinating writing. I love the eye color flowing different kinds of love in the seasons. Well written, beautiful! ~April
ReplyDeleteI like this one a lot. I see it and feel it. I could almost hear Ingrid Michelson singing it.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah - Ingrid Michaelson would do a GREAT job singing this!
ReplyDeleteI was going to ask about spring too. Maybe that's the one that stayed...
Ahhh - the love of the seasons - so nicely written -so well put!
ReplyDeleteClaudia
Kind readers--I am trying to get around to all of your blogs, but my old comp has decided to play Carnival Of Error Messages and so I am having difficulties. Please bear with me. I appreciate all of your comments! :-)
ReplyDeletemakes me anticipate spring..your writing is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMy my my!!! What fantabulous imagery and awesome words to go with it!
ReplyDeleteNow I am in love with your blog...
I now have a brown-eyed love
In the heart of monsoon, we'd meet;
Blooming flora spread across our bed,
And splashy puddles beneath.
Those tuneful songs that make me sigh--
My brown-eyed love and I... :)
Good God.. I LOVED YOUR POEM!
Very soulful... and oozing with style!!!
Very nice trip through the seasons of love, but I too wonder about Spring. Must be that Spring was the love one wants to forget.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the captivity of this poem! enjoyed the passage through the seasons
ReplyDeleteCaptivating, kept my interest through the seasons, and wanted to hear more of your poetry.
ReplyDeleteJoanny
came by one stop poetry, hope your computer gets fixed, nothing worse for a writer then a bad computer.
your imagergy, the flow and construction...loved it.
ReplyDeletesmiles,