Do You Think Of Me
Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 11:59 am
This poem was written in response to a judges comment "Where are all the love Poems"?. It was my birthday, (gosh 5 years ago) so I shut the door and thought. 'I'll give 'em a love poem!'. It did however undergo several rewrites and hours of polishing to get to this stage. I consulted our mother hen, Glenny and she helped me sort out the last bit of the rhyming pattern. Never the less it is still almost as it was first written. Only a few words have changed to assist with the internal rhyme.
It was given Highly Commended in the recent Cervantes comp. I won't be putting it in any more comps.
Do You Think Of Me?
© Zondrae King (09/05) Corrimal
At dawn, when all the waving beds of meadow grasses bow their heads
releasing heavy burdens of the dew,
do morning dreams transport you back to times when we were one?
The days were long and warm but they were few.
And when the gentle warmth of day has wiped the tears of dew away
and lofty spears of green salute the sun,
do you recall the hours we lay there, looking at the sky,
just counting cloudy patterns one by one?
At noon, when even birds seek shade from blazing sun in leafy glade
while endless heat is falling on the earth,
do you think twice of idle days we sat beside the lake?
We counted not the cost but more the worth.
Our fingers made a lovers knot as time and trouble, we forgot.
No sound could break the magic of the day.
We found the only world we wanted in each others eyes
not needing words to chase the peace away.
Then when the gentle evening brings a momentary pause that sings,
a melody of unfragmented still,
do you find sometimes that you halt, recalling distant nights,
when I would follow, gladly, at your will?
And do you stop to find the hush concealed beyond the work days rush
and search for me within the madding crowd.
Then catch a glimpse that could be me, prepare with silent breath,
in case you need to call my name aloud.
Do you still look for me in dreams, and find me, with a smile that seems
to linger, near the place where we first met?
Then give my hand a tender kiss and walk a while with me,
surrender without thought, without regret.
Has this world roughly torn apart, your soul so sweet, your gentle heart
and crushed from you the spark that I loved so?
Or do you ponder, musing on what really might have been,
if fate had been our friend and not our foe?
When you upon your death bed lie, so pale and still, and yet you try
to wander through the pages of your life,
will memories you dwell upon be times I shared with you?
We knew our love could only bring us strife.
Then will you look with vision clear and hope once more to see me near
and wonder did I often think of you?
And as the end approaches, dear, will I stretch out my hand,
to whisper long forbidden vows, “I do”.
It was given Highly Commended in the recent Cervantes comp. I won't be putting it in any more comps.
Do You Think Of Me?
© Zondrae King (09/05) Corrimal
At dawn, when all the waving beds of meadow grasses bow their heads
releasing heavy burdens of the dew,
do morning dreams transport you back to times when we were one?
The days were long and warm but they were few.
And when the gentle warmth of day has wiped the tears of dew away
and lofty spears of green salute the sun,
do you recall the hours we lay there, looking at the sky,
just counting cloudy patterns one by one?
At noon, when even birds seek shade from blazing sun in leafy glade
while endless heat is falling on the earth,
do you think twice of idle days we sat beside the lake?
We counted not the cost but more the worth.
Our fingers made a lovers knot as time and trouble, we forgot.
No sound could break the magic of the day.
We found the only world we wanted in each others eyes
not needing words to chase the peace away.
Then when the gentle evening brings a momentary pause that sings,
a melody of unfragmented still,
do you find sometimes that you halt, recalling distant nights,
when I would follow, gladly, at your will?
And do you stop to find the hush concealed beyond the work days rush
and search for me within the madding crowd.
Then catch a glimpse that could be me, prepare with silent breath,
in case you need to call my name aloud.
Do you still look for me in dreams, and find me, with a smile that seems
to linger, near the place where we first met?
Then give my hand a tender kiss and walk a while with me,
surrender without thought, without regret.
Has this world roughly torn apart, your soul so sweet, your gentle heart
and crushed from you the spark that I loved so?
Or do you ponder, musing on what really might have been,
if fate had been our friend and not our foe?
When you upon your death bed lie, so pale and still, and yet you try
to wander through the pages of your life,
will memories you dwell upon be times I shared with you?
We knew our love could only bring us strife.
Then will you look with vision clear and hope once more to see me near
and wonder did I often think of you?
And as the end approaches, dear, will I stretch out my hand,
to whisper long forbidden vows, “I do”.
