The Sunday Muse
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
Singing paeans to your memories
Brings flashes of happy times
The sweetly fragrant , unruly tresses
The endearing wrinkles and laughter lines
The lusciously tempting being of yours
Enveloped in the halo of sunshine.
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
The haunting folk songs
You crooned in your mellifluous voice
The swirl and twirl of your skirts
And the naughty twinkle in your eyes
You breathed such freshness in my life.
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
The emptiness
On the other half of the bed
Pierces during the night
I take solace in the mountains
In the company of a faithful soul
To calm my aching heart
My eyes flows, as my fingers
Move on the lingering strings.
I am waiting with a broken heart
To meet my other half on the other side.
How lonely it gets
In these lush mountains
Missing the muse of my heart...
(To be honest, didn't know what to write the moment the prompt popped up. As it is a self portrait by the painter I thought let me write something he must be feeling remembering his beloved ,while playing that musical instrument.)
Participating in : The Sunday Muse
Yes, that seems to me to be the kind of thing he would say. I like the repeated refrain.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Shay :)
DeleteYou've penned a heart-touching poem and given him quite lovely thoughts, thought longing and sad. Well done!
ReplyDeleteRight Bev, his eyes spoke about that sadness :)
DeleteI like the repetition, too. It works well.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sherry :)
DeleteThis is a beautiful love song/poem. Someone is feeling incredibly blessed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen. Your comment is much appreciated :)
DeleteThe repeated lines add both a strength and softness to this beautiful poem Sunita! A poem of love, loss, and the songs of the heart! Lovely poetry my friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Carrie for the constant encouragement :)
DeleteSo tender and melancholically beautiful?
ReplyDeleteThank you,Rob :)
DeleteThere is sadness in this music, and it matches the heart in this picture, I think.
ReplyDeleteThere is...the pain in his eyes will play on those strings :)
DeleteThat chorus plays a heartstring every time it recurs. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Chrissa :)
DeleteWith each repeat of the refrain, you sketched with your poetry pencil: his eyes, his ears, his feet, and the music coming from his aching heart. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGood Sunday
Much❤love
His eyes attracted me the most. There is a layer of sadness in those orbs . Thank you,Gillena for passing by.Hope you are doing good. Take care :)
DeleteBeautiful poem of grief. No matter how lush the mountains, there is no soothing that pain :(
ReplyDeleteYes Lisa, that ambiance heightened the loss.
DeleteSad and tender. Lovely!
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