“A poem is never finished, merely abandoned.” Or something like that. In this case, I have kept this poem in the files of my computer for more than a year as I worked and reworked it. Time to let it go.
With the blessing of Mary Oliver, as I learn to write poetry, I try to write as the masters do or did (I copy, or emulate, them). In some such cases, I re-write a poem line by line. In this case, I simply rewrote the poem with more contemporary English vernacular, changing words and lines to my liking. I hope some spirit of the original piece remains. Sadly, I’ve lost track of the original poem: perhaps it is from the Bard’s R&J. I confess to an embarrassing lack of recall.
Maybe someone will comment, “this may be from….”
To My Spirit Love
Would you be the love in my heart?
Then take the hard-path from deep in you, to us.
Can you be my Lover, and still be true to who you are?
Turn over your passion with love and with lust
Stay loving and gentle in all the ways deep within you
Be true to you but bring all your grace into us.
Rag off caution and care, pour love and praise on me.
Satisfy me with all the love and devotion in your heart
Remain true to yourself and loyal to our blissful passion
Bring your best love to our spot and love me today
Would a love goddess so heavenly bless me?
Shall our endless love be your heart’s eternal duty?
©Bill Reynolds, 11/8/2018
Look both ways in love.
The best hoped for outcome is seldom considered.
Miss not the gaps,
those unseen and unfilled spaces upon which we so often trip and fall.
