Yours from the First

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Yours from the First

 

Newborn lovers swaddled in gossamer expectations

In a whitewashed tower room above the rivers rush

Words of hope exchanged in whispered incantations

Tangled sheets and bodies subside to a sacred hush

 

Two novices hand to hand in prayerful supplication

Fearful to receive nothing or all that they requested

Fragile vows pilot a tremulous flight of imagination

Undertakings of constancy made but as yet untested

 

Swathed by the mists that rise on a Cam-side dawn

Passion turns to adoration as a couple dread to part

Willing hearts rush in where experience would warn

Anxiety and optimism; were every story has its start

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Shinji commented on Yours from the First

11-17-2009

once again this is a great poem. i must agree with Doninha. Shakespeare would want to clam this as his own. THis would have been a great poem to perfect romeo and juliet. You are a great writer and very creative

Doninha commented on Yours from the First

10-18-2009

MAGNIFICENT, EXALTED, NOBLE, AWE-INSPIRING!!!! Shakespeare would have tried to claim this as his own! I would love to hear this poem recited by you. It begs to be heard.

icu2 commented on Yours from the First

10-18-2009

Oh, this is so different. I was afraid you were going to have them do the swan song thing in the last refrain. Glad it ended so pretty. Very nice poem.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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