Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Unsung Plea

My swelling desires surge,
Though shapeless as a gust,
For a bower of their own
Where colours shall bloom
To adore and adorn
That essence of her being
Which the eyes never grasp
But flashes like a splash
In summer's cool streams
And breathes through my soul
The fragrance of flight
Of birds that weave
In twilighted sky
Rainbows on wings
That sparkle and melt.

My words are all I have
To plant these unsown dreams
Which once may bloom and sing
In tune my unsung plea
For her who wont hear
What I wouldn't dare.

8 comments:

Robert said...

Worth the wait,in all 'senses'.A perfect beginning to the creative year and after a long time another sensual Keatsian poem is born of you.Intense and awesome.

booguloo said...

We only have our words. Nice write.

Mary said...

Beautifully expressed poem of yearning and hope, Abin. Words indeed can plant dreams..and do, and sometimes they DO bloom.

Kerry O'Connor said...

A very passionate poem, Abin.

Kim Nelson said...

OH! I wanted to grab the main character and tell him, "Dare! Dare!" I guess that means you pulled me completely into the intent of the piece. Well done!

S.E. Ingraham said...

very nice poem Abin - have nothing much to add to what's been said but wanted to tell you how much I liked what you've written ...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes, dare!! I especially love "the rainbows on wings" of the birds of twilight. Glorious image!

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