
You’ll not fall on your sword
And I’ll not take an asp to my arm.
We both know the folly of such an act.
But at least indulge my daydreams
As I will give flawless blossoms to yours.
Paint me a portrait of our soulful love
In words that catch the trick of the light.
Sculpt a statue that moves in iambic rhythm
In sync with the person you’ve come to know,
Then strum a melody into the flow of your verse.
You’ll not reach the top of Mount Everest
And I’ll not swim across the English Channel.
Neither of us has such urge or tenacity,
But at least listen to my silent words
And I’ll lend vocabulary to tag your feelings.
Just keep in pursuit of the perfect alchemy
That will bring you eagerly back home to me.

love the wording!
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it and thanks for reading:-)
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No problem, it was a great read!!
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Yep, Just keep in pursuit! Nice!
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Thank you – glad you agree!
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Love it, esp “Sculpt a statue that moves in iambic rhythm.” Your words make it possible for me to picture these impossibilities, and they are beautiful. He is gallivanting through my mind right now… da DA da DA da DA da DA da DA. Following.
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Hello Joan. I’m really pleased that you paid me a visit and I love your response. Of course I’m dreaming of impossibilities hence the antithesis of the statue moving:-) But such is the nature of imagination. We can do magic with words and that is what is so fantastic with poetry and engaging with people on this level. So go ahead, create the music in your head my dear. Best Chevvy
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Thanks for the mention and introductions to other links. I’ve had fun visiting some them 🙂
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