The Damnable Waltz

In shimmering gown and bedded down

She urged me purged of balance.

From wisdom halt at vision’s fault

I was cradled in her valance.

The tides forced in as pleasured sin,

Eroded my sandy foundation.

An undertow that ebbed and flowed

Delivered deeds dared elation.



Her heartbeat-cadence that echoes entwined,

In dream’s revelation, destined to find,

The journey: a mystery enjoined to her, whole,

In the deepening, luminary eyes to her soul.


Her glimmering crown forced gaze down,

Lust surged, we merged our pleasure.

Moments elapsed as ardor gasped,

Time marched without any measure.

Sublimity’s gain, shared, remains

As sweet sadness worn on fraught brow.

Tears salt streams reflect heartsick pain,

Reliving the giving by forlorn vow.



The musical senses that brought forth our dance,

Pour altered passion that fashioned romance.

I reckon her beckon has consumed my all:

I succumbed to drum of the Damnable Waltz.


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Last edited by Marsink 01-24-2011 at 05:23:44 PM

RE: The Damnable Waltz, (or my last ditch effort to make a 2010 impact on OP)

Quote:

Originally Posted by Marsink

In shimmering gown and bedded down

She urged me purged of balance.

From wisdom halt at vision’s fault

I was cradled in her valance.

The tides forced in as pleasured sin,

Eroded my sandy foundation.

An undertow that ebbed and flowed

Delivered deeds dared elation.



Her heartbeat-cadence that echoes entwined,

In dream’s revelation, destined to find,

The journey: a mystery enjoined to her, whole,

In the deepening, luminary eyes to her soul.


Her glimmering crown forced gaze down,

Lust surged, we merged our pleasure.

Moments elapsed as ardor gasped,

Time marched without any measure.

Sublimity’s gain, shared, remains

As sweet sadness worn on fraught brow.

Tears salt streams reflect heartsick pain,

Reliving the giving by forlorn vow.



The musical senses that brought forth our dance,

Pour altered passion that fashioned romance.

I reckon her beckon has consumed my all:

I succumbed to drum of the Damnable Waltz.


If you read without commenting... (what can I say!?)
[url]http://www.originalpoetry.com/the-damnable-waltz/[url]

THANKS, for sharing this "DAMNABLE LOVE" metaphor. What astounding poetic craftsmanship. The imagery..................Wow! The musicality .....Wow! The sentiment and veiled passion, ....word play ,audience appeal....wow, Did you ever read. "Ode To A Grecian Urn"? ............... I love your damnable waltz. The entire poem is a graceful dance.....damnable beautiful and impassioned. I am twirling, In a vortex, with these lines.........

Last edited by cousinsoren 12-24-2010 at 02:21:19 AM

RE: The Damnable Waltz, (or my last ditch effort to make a 2010 impact on OP)

It seems there is no directing the perspective one takes in interpreting the spirit in which a poem is written and furthermore, to be read. I tried to carefully choose words, arranged in phrases that would lead most anyone to an obvious conclusion about the intent ot the work--but have not conveyed that to more than half of those who read it.
In The Damnable Waltz, there is no condemnation on waltzing or those who like to do so--in this tryst-dance, the complication is with one of the partners, who is out of his element (and might possibly need to be in an attitude of fidelity and/or upright character)

Thank you, Oren!! (Its so much more than I deserve): coolsmile:

Last edited by Marsink 12-27-2010 at 10:17:58 PM