Tuesday, 5 September 2017

Angelique

The following piece is not autobiographical. However, I tried for a period of time spread over several days to imagine what it would feel like to be in love with someone for many years, someone whose love was given completely to another and blind to me. Perhaps, in hindsight, this is not a good thing to do as it left me feeling quite low for a while. 

Angelique

I shall tell you a tale of forbidden love.
Letters, you never wrote,
words, my eyes never read.
For two and twenty years I was blind to all others,
but your rainbow heart was in love with another.

Now I am a dreamer in a dark lonely night
caught in every catcher where shadows always fight.
I am but a dreamer looking out from within,
glazed in every mirror that will not let you in.

Time passed as shooting stars crossed a blue velvet sky.
Words, weighed on summers breath
that never kissed your neck.
Today, I wept as I swept autumn leaves from your grave
and touched the pot of gold where your heart now lays.

Julian Clarke © Sept' 2017

42 comments:

  1. Your imagination pulled it off along with some heart strings
    "Letters, you never wrote,
    words, my eyes never read"

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  2. Oh my. This is so beautiful even with the everlasting ending

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    1. So pleased you enjoyed it, Martin. Thanks for your continued support

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  3. Such a sad and lovely poem. "Words, weighed on summers breath that never kissed your neck." These lines hit me particularly.

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    1. Thank you, Toni, much appreciated

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  4. That last verse is filled with sadness.

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  5. You did an excellent job here, Julian. There are such folk, wasting their lives away for something than cannot be. Have you read Dickens' "Bleak House"? There a life wasn't spent waiting for love but for an inherited fortune.
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    1. Many years ago I started Bleak House, however, I was too young to appreciate such a good author of his time. Thank you for your comments and I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

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  6. Today, I wept as I swept autumn leaves from your grave
    and touched the pot of gold where your heart now lays

    Love still matters and lives on where feelings had been sincere!

    Hank

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  7. You captured, I believe, the feeling associated with unrequited love. Well done.

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    1. A cautionary tale, yes I guess so, I'd not looked at it like that. Thanks for commenting.

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  10. Splendid... Love what you did. I think that we are allowed to tell a story imagining how it would have felt... (and I think we all have experienced having a crush on someone we could not have)

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    1. Thanks Bjorn, as always your remarks are much appreciated.

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  11. Love this
    Letters, you never wrote,
    words, my eyes never read.
    You must have imagined the unrequited love really well as it is perfectly expressed in this poem.

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  12. Unrequited love.. I suppose almost everyone can relate to that melancholy feeling.

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  13. Poignant expression of love unreturned. I especially enjoyed the closing lines.

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  14. Hi Julian, I'm sorry that this one left you feeling down, on the plus side it was worth it. Lovely poem, thanks for sharing it.

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    1. Thank you, John. I can't get any inspiration going for the open mic theme!

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  15. I like the story you told, and though it is not autobiography the poem definitely has a 'real' feel. So very sad when a person passes up opportunity for a love that is able to be fulfilled. I do wonder what he thought when he looked at the grave...whether he wondered whether his 'love' was worth it in the end.

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  16. Oh such a poignant and cautionary tale..!

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  17. This beautiful Julian, see what can take shape on poet's wings of fantasy,

    much love...

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  18. Such beautiful images in this poem......i especially like "i am a dreamer, looking out from within."

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  19. Such a unrequited love is sad and brings so much melancholy.... a haunting poem.

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  20. Oh, this is very gentle poem. Esp. touching the last two lines.

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  21. The - what I have come to refer to as - slip-and-slide rhyme in this, is masterful and confers a wonderful cadence and a just enough structure to conjure forth wisps of classical poetry (while not being confined by it). And that works so well here as unrequited love is such a timeless theme. Great job on this!

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  22. so sad - this character seems to have wasted so many years on one who didn't appreciate him ... wasted as he should have moved on - easier said then done, though.

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