Poetry 1: Love and Hurt

Humanism Is A Feeling
Most of my poems reflect my world view. If I need to choose one word to define my world view, that word would be ‘humanism’. Humanism isn’t just a  philosophical or ethical view, it is also a practice in everyday life, in everyday contexts and with regard to everyday people - your partner, parent, child, neighbour, colleague, close friend and everyone who feels ready to be your soul brother and soul sister.
Humanism is also a feeling.    

This section lists poems about love and its companion - hurt and pain:
(1) Eternal Waiting (2) Pure (3) Don't Be Afraid of the Dark, Sister (4-9) the Luterie-series: Feel Like Making Love, Flowering, Hopes. Open Dreams, This Must Be, Visions pt. 1 (10) Remembering A Fine and Loveful Day (11) Black WIdow.

 

ETERNAL WAITING

On my mother’s death  


1
We will wait for you eternally.

We will wait for you eternally,
till your glimpse re-appears.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
And it is another besotting dream.

2
But look here!
You’re mounting your wigwam in my heart;
You’re branding your manner in my brain;
Your image occupies my eyes;
You’re racing restless rounds in my head.

3
You’re nearly back on the scene.
Maybe.
Maybe not
And it is  another derailed dream.

4
And so,
in peace we will wait on you eternally,
until we are in turn
waited on eternally
 too.

 

PURE

Written in 2014 for my first love – 1967.

1
We communed joy and joy
untrained in pain,
stacking each other’s hearts
up to heaven number seven.

2
We lived off life and limbs
unskilled in sin,
training each other’s lips
to decrypt our Holy Scripts

3
We grew fruits and fragrance
unread in death,
twisting our kisses
into a Gordian rope.

4
But
 I
lost track of your taste
skipped the print of your mouth
forsook the fuzz in your tune.

5
And
next
the scripts zipped
the heavens sank
and the rope rolled back.

6
Which successor came and cracked your code? 

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark, Sister 

1

Don’t be afraid of the dark:

I am not the shark
that mares your nights 

no spitfire griffon
slicing your skies 

no sniper snake
hitting  you full flight. 

Don’t be afraid of the dark: 

I’m your one-song lark
that dwells in your scent  -  doped
strays ˈround your waist   -  stoned

I’m your one-peak passion
licensed to kiss
cheek and neck and finger and forehead
and final full stop. 

Anchor in your hand. 

3

Don’t be afraid of the dark, sister: 
see me, merely the shine
of  your hindsight. 

Feel like making Love

Feel like making love
because of:

the laughter from the bath of
joy you breed

the flashing from the lash of
light you speed

Feel like making love, so
script me

Flowering

Flower me
like roses do
sprinkled with morning dew.

Hopes

You could be:

giggles in my garden
smiles on my sofa

You could:

twin my chair
twice my table

And duet my bed.

Open Dreams

Lock my soul to your soul
and let us stroll
heart in heart
along the boulevard
of Open Dreams. 

This Must Be

This must be longing:

A long-distance touch
An artificial kiss
A phone-smile
Your body in my head only.

Visions part 1

The models in my mindscape
The bodies in my brainscape
The faces in my thoughtscape

Flashing snapshots of you.

Remembering a Fine and Loveful Day 

You closed my eyes on the beach,
I didn't move
and I didn't want to.

Flying sand couldn't bother, 
nor smother; 
shells crushed cracking
as we lay a-loving

You stroked my hair
in the meadow;
I didn't speak
and I didn't want to do so

You conquered my mind
in the meadow near the beach, in the beach-near meadow; 
your silent speech said: 
"hush"

And you rambled on the very next day, 
leaving the beach
and the meadow
and me with my mind astray.

 

Black Widow 

But:  

I am coming to you 

riding on a sky horse 

I am coming to you 

burning all the way

( originally titled “Black Widow, Love, Life & Me”, “with sincere thanks to Hilde”,  1970)

 

All Poems are © Eddy Bonte