My spirit refuses to let you be
every time you try to ignore my words
like rain showering you completely
they soak into your memory
your minds eye is forced to read me
as I hold myself up to your view
constantly… irreverently
repulsed is what you feel instantly
yet your will refuses to let you leave me
how have I captured your thoughts
why do I need you to see my truth
as each new wind blows it dry
and your eyes look deeply into mine
it gets harder and harder to say goodbye
it’s pointless now for you to even try
our lives have become intertwined
awake and asleep
we breathe and think alike
inertia has lost it’s power to divide

©Athena Rose 01/20/13

adding to your poem




my spirit refuses
to let my heart and guard down
as every time i think of something
that generly tends to happen
as i close my eyes and my mind
to see what capures the wonderful
things of nature when it comes
to the contents of the beauty where
it can at times blow ones mind
the full of power of divine

Quatorzième Sonnet

Louise Labé

Tant que mes yeux pourront larmes épandre
A l'heur passé avec toi regretter :
Et qu'aux sanglots et soupirs résister
Pourra ma voix, et un peu faire entendre :

Tant que ma main pourra les cordes tendre
Du mignard Luth, pour tes grâces chanter :
Tant que l'esprit se voudra contenter
De ne vouloir rien fors que toi comprendre :

Je ne souhaite encore point mourir.
Mais quand mes yeux je sentirai tarir,
Ma voix cassée, et ma main impuissante,
Et mon esprit en ce mortel séjour

Ne pouvant plus montrer signe d'amante :
Prierai la mort noircir mon plus clair jour.

This one is the best by far as much as i have read your writings truly wonderful

Keep writing more and more :D

I'm leaving on a jet plane. I don't know whem I'll be back again. Reminds me of that song. Good job. Liked.

you gave me a idea for a poem

as your spirit guards against birthing winds
my spirit absorbs the winds as my friends
together our imaginations take eagles flight
reveling in our dreams we create in the night
knowing what we think was, is, and will be
we cherish affection, and each, infinitely
destiny finds, unites, ties all lives as one
nothing in life is more precious than love

Louise Labe

As my eyes tears will spread
In the past happiness with you regret:
And sobs and sighs as resist
Will my voice and a little voice:

As my hand can stretch the strings
Mignard the Lute, for your grace sing:
As the mind wants to settle
Do you want anything fora that include:

I do not want to die yet.
But when I feel my eyes dry,
My voice broke, and my hand helplessly
My mind and stay in this mortal

Can no longer show signs of lover:
Pray death darken my day brighter.

Hello ezbn, nice to meet you... and welcome to the writer's forum...
This is a lovely work by LL, thank you for posting it... and as it
wrestles with my mind, my emotions see it clearly...

thank you harsh... you have been faithful in reading and remarking... and I do appreciate your kind words. I'm glad you think my work is improving, that is what I struggle for, to achieve...

lol... I can only hope that my ink well never runs dry...

aaahhh, Zim... that will be one journey you will take without me... lol...
I hate flying...

but seriously... yes, I know that John Denver song, and love it too..
he was one of my favs... so sad how he died... the same way he lived...
in control of his own destiny...

thank you for your reading and showing appreciation for my work...

I like this one too Athena...It has a truth and vulnerability about it that I find touching....Nice job!

Thank you, Leigh, for reading and commenting... I'm glad my work inspired your click on my thread too..

Not sure I know what you mean, but nobody likes a bully!!

Your welcome

That's cute, Leigh.. When I was remarking on your post I was just remembering another poem I read recently about everybody clicking in agreement, and I thought it was really cool.. and for some reason it popped into my head when I was commenting on your post. I like the phrase so much I'm going to start using it more often... So, see there... you were my first, Leigh...