The second in my series of impressions set in an east German town.




Schiller

by Schiller park

I thought we'd meet

for first

and last

perhaps

 

who cares

as children play

'side the fish less pond

and clouds huddle past

awaiting thunder

 

a steamy gloom

envelopes

embraces

all

 

I look twixt and twain

from first to last

as swallows sweep

past my head

in mocking rapture

 

a gentle breeze

disturbs the pond

mirroring the flowers above

in medieval glass

 

I see her now

my distant love

her long exotic robe

of plum and lace

her golden hair

array

 

I rise 

I wave 

she smiles

 

but only I can see

for dead she be

these years past

since Schiller wrote

for her not me

our song of rapturous love

 





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Written on 2016-06-13 at 17:24

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Bibek
I like the tone of this poem, its softness -- to be precise. Good work. :)
2016-06-14


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
What can I say but this is just has everything that I want to read, your writing moves me more than I can articulate and this is a superb poem

Elle x
2016-06-13