December 16, 2011 8.50pm
Like a flash from the blue
It finally drops to mind this decent clue
Why I had these nights of doom and gloom
Was simply because you were no longer with me in the room.
Indeed my pen toiled nightly in distress
Almost to the point of being utterly depressed
Free flowing thoughts with the stroke of my pen
No longer as simple as it was then.
Memories I had of you have since fled
Captured only in dreams while I lay on my bed
Once you whispered your sweet name I couldn’t stop
My fingers from describing your fiery hair lit by a strobe.
On paper we shared the greatest love
You gave more than I could ever dream of
But the one thing you asked in return I couldn’t give
Letting or sacred secret be.
Now we’ve come back full cycle
Without each other we are so vulnerable
So, my dear sweet Calliope
Let our undying love give us hope.
9.09pm
Merci.
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Cool
Well written.
Thank you, sir.
some people will call this writers block or whatever, nice lines though
That is what it is.
Nicely written Shai, although you’ve been shy lately…
Yea. Been reconciling with my b***h. I fink we r gud now.
Hope I didn’t ruffle some chicken feathers with that?
“Memories I had of you have since fled”… Ñîçè lîñè
Why that particular line, dear READER?
NICE.
SHAI!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank u man. How u doing?
I always love Ur style…
Thank you for liking my scrawlings here and for following the three-part series.
Peace.
Are we talking the same Calliope, daughter of Zeus here ???
I wouldn’t mind having her throughout out the night though
But elusive as ever, sometimes there isn’t a thing you can do if she decides to play coy
Talking about kindred spirits, I actually wrote a poem on Calliope myself, ‘ My man and his muse’
I see a fine thread running through this piece and the one I wrote ,only mine was somewhat cryptic.
You did great on this one. Simple and easy on the eye.
But wait oo @shai: what is the one thing she asked that you couldn’t give.
Do share pls
@Midas glad you came and U̶̲̥̅̊ were not disappointed. She didn’t want to be named you see….calliope and calliope 2 will shed more light
To Calliope and Calliope 2 I dash
I see u ‘dashed’ alright. Thanks anyways.
@midas real midas touch!
@ostar :Couldn’t help fishing out the gold out of this one, not that it was difficult though:)
Indeed my pen toiled nightly [in distress] distressed
Almost to the point of being utterly depressed
Free flowing thoughts with the stroke of my pen
No longer as simple as it was then.
Now, other stanzas didn’t flow, rhyme.
“Once you whispered your sweet name I couldn’t stop
My fingers from describing your fiery hair lit by a strobe.”
Something of “throb” could go in place of “stop” since here
is a thing of the heart.
So so so, good job though.
@ostar you have always amazed me with the depth of ur thinking and analysis.
I do see what you mean. Thanks.
See you around.
@shaifamily you’re welcome great Shai.
Respect
@ostar that is mutual….