Le Blanc Seing by Rene Magritte
Lady Illusive
Lady illusive
coming, going, unnoticed
horse trots whisper soft.
Forest winds echo her name
after she has gone
in swirling crescendo songs.
Hymns remembering
her plaintive sighs of longing
wishing to stay on
but unable to linger
just to see his smile.
Every-day decision
love in green grasses
splendid, dew-drenched emotion
or heed bleak warnings
of dangerous illusions
from love's master magician.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
The lady of the forest seems to be a timeless theme into which is cast the ethereal hopes and desires of love and leaving. Your rhythm makes her not quite reachable, but leaves her essence flowing throughout the countryside. Beautiful...
ReplyDeleteI see this as a scene of unrequitted love, yet dreaming of one day finding it! Wonderful piece Jo, is this a form too!
ReplyDeleteJo, a Naga Uta, which is a syllabic poem of 5 and 7 syllables per line in this order: 5/7/5/7/…as long as you like, ending in 5/7/7. No rhyme is required. Try one! I liked doing it here because there is no limit on the length, and I didn't know where I was going with this one!
ReplyDeleteBob,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to see you out and about! Thanks for the kind words. You spoil me.