Sunday, March 9, 2014

The Constant Lover

Facing East by Vandy Massey

Constant and close
as the sun to the sky
am I,
my love,
am I.

But where do you hide
from the clutch of the night?
Where,
my love, 
do you hide?

I rest in the west
on the cusp of your dreams.
Dream,
my sweet love,
dream.

Then why must I count clock
and look to the east
to see 
you return
to me?

For Grace's challenge at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

27 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I *love* the way you've arranged this! It's an instant favorite, for me. The repetition gives it a classic feel, and a beautiful sound, not to mention the love poem at its heart.

manicddaily said...

Ah, lovely. k.

Lorraine Renaud said...

Eventually that deep falling in love, it goes, what choice is there, when you're not the one...eventually you just don't care, you're happy when he shows up and happy when he leaves, that's how I survive, I love but I'm not in love, not anymore

Sumana Roy said...

This one is another beauty...

Björn said...

The phases of love,
the yearning.. just like I envision the depth of the painting... very nice.

rallentanda said...

It is a love song.

Sylvia K said...

A lovely love song it is indeed MZ!!

Claudia said...

cool feel to this...the lover being there constantly but she not seeing him...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is so damn perfect! What a melodic little heart-breaker.

awakenedwords said...

excellent flow and feel

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Oh this makes me just sigh with pleasure--beautiful write!

Mary said...

You've captured it, MZ!!

blueoran said...

Constant as the zen of rising, indeed. Of coming home. There's a great Wendell Berry that says no one can return home who hasn't wandered as far out as they can go. That's enduring love. Knowing there's a circuit to comings and goings.

Susan said...

I enjoy your framing of this mythic question.

Truedessa said...

This is a beautiful poem..I so enjoyed reading this today.

Sam Edge said...

this is such an amazing form.

Sam Edge said...

this is such an amazing form.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO beautiful, with a huge pinch of poignancy.

Grace said...

I love the use of east & west & constant search for the lover ~

Beautiful MZ ~ Thanks for linking up to Sunday's Challenge ~ Happy week ahead ~

Kathryn said...

Love the form and the repetition. Great write.

humbird said...

Exquisite in form and images! <3

georgeplaceblog said...

I can hear this sung to a banjo or fiddle on some cabin porch in the Appalachians. ABSOLUTELY beautiful!

hedgewitch said...

Some dreams don't end at dawn--and some songs we sing lifelong. A beautiful ballad, MZ.

Steve King said...

A great ballad in the old classic style. Loved it.
Steve K.

grapeling said...

lovely ~

marit said...

this is great, especially the last stanza. I also like your title -- another damn poetry blog. I share the sentiment with my own poetry blog :)

friday-fish-fry said...

Beautifully constructed, it sings quietly from the page and encourages thoughts of love and longing. Easily related to and just a tad bit haunting.

Elizabeth