Sunday, March 3, 2013

Miss Lonely



                                                            MISS LONELY

Today Miss Lonely comes to me,
wearing a silk blouse, lorgnettes and buttons,
and a rose in the waves of her flounces.
Today the mutable miss is friendship
and slowly strokes my heart
with her thin petal of frost.
So, today, I politely ask you to walk with me
through the garden to the flowery courtyard
of that rose the parents planted.
Today dreams are like mold on the side of the wall,
painting the chasm of love,
melancholic, faint, dim sky.

She moves towards me, she moves ever so slowly.
She moves in a bright dance, the stage.
I give over my respect and now I soar.
Hawk, it shakes the boat slow like the net,
in the soft wind, child of the blue.

Yes, melancholy, mute lover,
yesterday's faithful lover.
Yes, melancholy, blessed lover,
your enjoyment always takes me.
Yes, melancholy, woman of existence,
lips which come back like the tide.
Yes, melancholy, flower of my mouth,
speak who can love me.

Today Miss Lonely comes to me,
wearing a silk blouse, lorgnettes and buttons,
and a rose in the waves of her flounces.
Today the mutable miss is friendship
and slowly strokes my heart
with her thin petal of frost.
So, today,
yes, melancholy, lady of existence,
lips which come back like the tide.
Yes, melancholy, flower of my life,
tell me who can love me.



16 comments:

Karen S. said...

Ah yes, and you are the better for having her come! Nicely felt, and written!

anthonynorth said...

Words for the soul, and I loved the ending.

izzy said...

A flower for sure- thanks!

Laurie Kolp said...

Wayne- This is beautiful.

Lyn said...

A beautiful recurrent dream.."her thin petal of frost"..lovely!

ninotaziz said...

I love a poem that takes me everywhere, and then home. Lovely!

Poet Laundry said...

Beautiful. Love it.

Rambly T said...

Others have said it, but I need to also Wayne, this is beautiful, how your words flowed so easily. I adored the repetitiveness throughout ( I know there is a name for this but alas it escapes me right now) , flower of my mouth - brilliant. I enjoyed this very much.

Little Nell said...

The repetition of the melancholy mood and the alliteration make this poem stand out.

kaykuala said...

Today dreams are like mold on the side of the wall,
painting the chasm of love

Yes,it's not always drab and misery. Even little things can make a difference if there is enough resolve to change for the better! Nicely Wayne!

Hank

Bodhirose said...

Lovely...made me want to know who this miss is...perhaps a past lover who still touches your heart...

The Fiction Vixen said...

Just so beautiful...x

Kutamun said...

Seems tou have seen a mermaid, Wayne, an Ondine ! .
Great film Ondine

turtlememoir said...

wistful, dreamlike... and the use of repetition adds a lot, very effective

ladysknight said...

Lovely piece
Loneliness finds a place for love

Tess Kincaid said...

Lyrical and lovely, Wayne...this one begs to be set to music...