Monday, December 03, 2007

No Doubt

I look at Poetry in reverence
as it flows to me
on this December morn.
Gods’ frozen whispers
are lashing at the world.

Are these my everlasting doubts,
I wonder.
They come to me in the shape
of a Gorgon.
Snakes of snow,
adorning its head of fears,
threaten to turn
my heart into stone,
my very soul into
if only I glanced
at its might.

It is your love, my darling,
my beloved,
my lover,
it is your fire
that quells
these illusions
of blizzard.

It is your hand
that holds mine
on this path
of ices.

And we dance
and we kiss
and we float in the snow.

Copyright © Vesper L. All rights reserved.


Ello said...

I loved that last stanza. I could almost hear it to a lovely melody. If I were a songwriter, you would be my lyricist.

Anonymous said...

that's so beautiful vesper ... i envy your ability to write about love, relationships, fears and doubts, happiness .....

i'm still too afraid to tackle the topic myself .... not sure why!

much love this holiday season!


Anonymous said...

Wow, it's a special kind oif magic.

SzélsőFa said...

I was frightened and comforted :)
A nice poem for the celebration of love and light. A real match for the season. It is love that saves us.

Vesper said...

Oh, Ello, thank you, you are so kind. Let's try it! :-)Those last lines sang to me too...

Thank you, Red, it's a difficult topic; I too am afraid of it, especially since I'm mostly sad and (deep) happiness is mostly in my imagination... Much love and many hugs to you! :-)

Thank you, Wayne!!! Now you made me think of Highlander... :-)

Szelsofa, thank you! The snow we had yesterday, 31.6 cm, was quite frightening, especially when driving in almost no visibility, with the snow rushing at the windshield... The rest comes from the heart... :-)

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! I was mesmerized by the metaphor of the Gorgon. Skill and passion. A potent combination.

Bernita said...

Sweet. Love is stronger than storm.

Emperor Ropi said...

Well, is it strange that I would rather play snowbattles instead of kissing in the snow?

Taffiny said...

in cold and warmth, makes one shivery.

Best to always have someone there with you, to take your hand, when facing snow.

Ello said...

I fear that I am not worthy of your lyrics as I do not have the musical talents to match your powerful words. I came back cause I wanted to read this poem one more time. It is such a cold blustery night here and snow is in our forecast. This was a perfect poem to end my night. The last two stanzas have their very own music lifting it through my mind.

I wanted to say thanks for the smile on my face.

Vesper said...

Thank you, Jason, I feel humbled.

Bernita, thank you. I hope it is...

Not at all, Ropi, not at all. Snowbattles are perfect! :-) :-) :-)

So true, Taffiny!

Ello, I'm at a loss of words. It makes me happy that you liked the poem enough to come back to it. You are very very very kind. I hope snow will go easier on you than it did on us. :-)

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

That is so beautiful, Vesper, so tender, so evocative, so hopeful despite the frozen whispers lashing at the world. Cold and snowy winters are perfect for cuddling and hand holding :-)

Vesper said...

Thank you, Vanilla, your words are much appreciated. :-)

Shameless said...

Very nice, Vesper. :-)

Vesper said...

Thank you, Seamus. :-)