I like to write, and sometimes that includes poetry. I often say that I write really bad poetry, because it tends to me sappy or melodramatic. And I can't say I know much about poetry, because I haven't taken the time to study it. But nonetheless, I like to write poetry. So in fear of being embarrassed and bearing my soul I'm posting my newest poem here. Please enjoy, or don't - I guess that's up to you.
In a Lonely, Sad, Quiet Meadow
In a lonely, sad, quiet meadow
Two beautiful heat-sick lovers stand
Shivering and covered in shadow
Heart to heart and hand in hand.
Their enduring love is forbidden
So they come to the meadow in secret
Far away from the city, always hidden
Behind the trees and dense thicket.
His hazel eyes smile at her
As a tear rolls down her face
There is no longer grief or fear
Only love in this open space.
His hand moves to touch her cheek
She leans into it and softly sighs
Her eyes search, trying to seek
For the bond of their invisible ties.
He steps closer, her head he tips
His face alive with passion and desire
In anticipation of the taste of her lips –
And when they meet it explodes in fire.
Their families do not understand
Their desperate need to be together
They cannot see their clenched hands
Or the bonds that they have tethered.
And so in the meadow, quiet and sad
The two young lovers run to each other
Not thinking of consequences to be had
Nor of feuding fathers and mothers.
So they pledge their lives to that above
Like a token banner being unfurled
Because they know that their forbidden love
Is not meant to last in this cruel world.
