a million years ago and more
we two danced together
under the plaintive Pleiades,
who were still prancing
their escape from Orion
do you remember me?
it was perfectly unpatterned
the most unique moment
and one I would repeat
again and again and so
forever in my aching heart
no parting could this memory stain
the rain was lightly falling
and your hand trembled
when first I brought it
to my hungry lips lingering
over your moistening palm
as the sisters smiled on and on
I could barely even imagine
the touch of your own lips
fearful yet hopeful me,
and so I pulled you under
the finest feathered tree
and the moon grinned down
your breath caught at the
first beat of the tune
that was playing through
my thoughts and I wondered
how you could hear it too
while rain turned to mist in your hair
caring and closer you came
craving curiously near
to a fearing flight from the
life you had crying known
although not I could you release
for freedom only comes from you
but I did not know, never knew
how true this being you
would someday her wings
widespread the Pleiades pleading
a new life seek unheeding
do you remember me now?
do you remember my touch
and how muchly mournful
the rain was pouring beneath
a moon all too unloved while
the sisters returned to their dance
İstanbul 29 December 2021
A wonderful poem shared my friend. You are a master story teller. In our days of Winter, what will we remember?
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Oh indeed, John. What will we remember? One of the most engaging aspects of your writing for me has been just that–how beautifully you convey your memories. So well done. And thank you for the kind praise, mate.
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Happy New year my friend and you are welcome.
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Oh George, I could picture this all so vividly. So beautifully written… 💛
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Thank you so much, dear Michelle.
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