RSS

Tag Archives: romance

Anywhere

 

If it had been a bar

A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.

Or a party.

A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.

Or on a busy street.

A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.

Or in a thousand and one other places.

An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.

If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.

I would still have found you

and wanted you

so badly.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Written about three years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on May 13, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

Odds

 

Sometimes

this feels like

sending a message

in a bottle

hoping it will find

your sea

your shore

your hands

your eyes

your heart

your soul

yet knowing

the odds against

it reaching you

are infinite.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Sarah Fecteau

 

 

 

 
9 Comments

Posted by on May 7, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , ,

Reading Shakespeare

 

I approach life

and love

as if reading

Shakespeare,

becoming lost

in the Tragedies,

laughing

with the Comedies,

and ignoring

the Histories.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written last year but always true.

Art – Poster from the film Shakespeare in Love © Universal Pictures 1998

 
4 Comments

Posted by on May 6, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

A Momentary Lapse of Reason

 

Sometimes

it can all turn

on a word

a smile

an action

a hesitation

a judgement

a confusion

an attraction

a promise

a mistake

a brave leap

into the dark.

.

Sometimes

it can all turn

on a momentary lapse

of reason.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Daniel Gerhartz

The musical among you will know that ‘A Momentary Lapse of Reason’ was a Pink Floyd studio album way back in the 1980s. I hope David Gilmour et al do not mind me using the title for this untidy scrap of poetry.

 
2 Comments

Posted by on April 24, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

Cloak

 

If I could

I would wrap

my cloak

around you

to protect you

to keep you warm

to keep you safe.

.

And when

you are gone

I will press

the dark cloth

to my face

and inhale

your scent

and feel you

close.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Bernard Lamotte

 

 
4 Comments

Posted by on April 4, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , ,

Musical

 

I love music

It has been a constant joy throughout my life.

And my tastes are eclectic

Dirty, raunchy rock.

Desperate, yearning, aching blues.

Bold and brassy soul.

Eloquent, erudite jazz,

Opulent, rich, passionate opera.

Clever, cool classical.

Brave new country

Hypnotic trance,

Inspired indie,

Vibrant African,

Gorgeous Arabic,

Magical South American,

Fiery, Spanish flamenco,

Tortured French torch,

Powerful Portuguese Fado,

Earthy English Folk,

I love all kinds of music

Most of all.

I love music that reminds me of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted this time two years ago.

Portrait of Lana del Rey – provenance unknown

 
5 Comments

Posted by on March 28, 2018 in Music, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

Candle burning

somebody_is_waiting_by_ameyama-d5ecs2m

 

A match flares.

A hiss. A spark.

A candle flickers

The darkness is softened

I cup the light in my hands. The flame is like a tiny dancer. She bends and quivers in the cold wind. She twists and shivers and stoops low. She recoils from the snow. She flinches from the storm. She almost dies as the demons of the night blow hard and cruel. Without mercy.

Yet I protect her, defend her, nurture her, shield her.

I guard her, shelter her, screen her, secure her.

I hold her close to my chest, near to my heart. I whisper my own private prayers to her. I carry her home. I find her a safe haven away from harm.

I place her in the window so you can see her dancing.

A candle is burning.

She is burning for you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

From three years ago. But there is sometimes a candle burning.

Art originally © Ameyama

 

 
6 Comments

Posted by on February 19, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

Tags: , , , , , , ,