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Kin of Kilmeny - KittenQuill's Poetry
Kin of Kilmeny Poetry by KittenQuills "Beatrice" Unbidden reaches of a hunger born from unknown fruit a riptide current pulls and twists makes smooth the marble form each artifice and angle curved dissolves. And sulphur's darker taste the silver frees for softer gold the messenger breaks down the ruby's glare and softer pearl shines through, no glint of serpentine allegiance owed. "Tone" I have been gone so long the quail have gained an different tone the call is lower questing, reaching for an answer I do not know and cannot guess. "Sakura" Night winds push coldly In the morning petal snow Lies thick with footprints. "Love Songs- a series" The ache that catches at my heart And binds my soul to you: Like pebbles tumbled by the sea, A summer's starlight view, Or wind that rushes through a storm And every bird's first song. Your heart sings out, with notes so sweet, Where else could I belong? ~ my home is within you in gentle words soft spoken in the night in kisses lips cannot share but souls do my sweetest the downy nest warm and safe inside only there my head will rest in dreams wings reach and feathers slip between where fingers catch and hold but wings can fly to bring me home ~ “Song of mine heart,” thou sayest with truest tone, And up mine own heart lept within my chest, Sweet Love, no dearer name I hope to own Than that which thou dost call me, e’er I’m pressed Within thy arms, and thy lips to my hair. Oh Angel One, most dulcet ‘tis thy song That threads my days, thy voice doth fill the air With joy, each note within mine heart belongs And hidden there brings forth the sweetest fruit Of love upon mine face, to match that smile Which e’er upon thy lips - no dream acute Is this - our truth, my Sweetest, holds no guile. And always may our songs entangled stay As to our melody we dancing sway. ~ I never thought such happiness to have As these few days have seen, nor joy so great Within my heart; your love, so rich a salve Has healed each wound once dealt by others' hate. And now my love springs free, its true home known, For kindled in my chest such fire sweet Does softly burn, my thoughts to you are blown With every breath, your heart therefore to seek That somehow I might show how full and strong I glow for you, a sunrise opal-hued But touches it - the colors fade e're long - Yet, like the sun, each morn my love's renewed. These words I sing can never fully say How I love you: my love grows more each day. ~ |
I must say, you have quite the command of language, and I quite enjoy the way you seem to know just where to set a break and how throw opposites together in such a way as to create a complete picture of something, to express the ambiguity of human emotion. Beyond that, the rhythm and tone of a number of these poems, and the layering of meanings and emotions is impressive, to say the very least.
However, I do believe that the first of them falls flat in comparison to many of the others. It seems entirely too convoluted, as though in expressing the idea in images you have somehow managed to lose sight of what you were expressing in the first place. That is to say that the images seem to have taken over. As it is, my favorites would have to be "Tone" and the majority of the love song series (with the exception of the second one, which seems somehow uncreatively cliche and dull beside the others). |
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