Reprieve Poem by M.J. Lemon
Reprieve
Can this be delayed?
Not that I'm afraid
But you give me shade
and now joy finds itself
outweighed
Yesterday you frayed
My passion did degrade
As the weeks strayed
from the first contact
upbraid
My fever retrograde
For finding you staid
New me grips your braid
with longing, clutching hands
unswayed
By demands relayed
In haste as need betrayed
Desires, thirsts for icy brocade
now I ask all this be
delayed.
Providing much food for thought, this poem continues to resonate within the walls of my heart with its alliterative lines! Excellent!
Thank you so much, Valsa. The heart is indeed the intended target of this verse.
By demands relayed In haste as need betrayed Desires, thirsts for icy brocade now I ask all this be delayed........outstanding conceptualization. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.
Renewed passion after some reprieve may just be the spice of life. Yet the feeling I get from this write is a strong sense of indecisiveness....lol 10++
Thank you so much, Simone. Yes, there is indecision here. It is that passion for the positive, but the awareness, gained through experience, that some disappointment of suffering may also be involved.
Ah-ha! I found a poem that I haven't read before! This is getting hard to do! How about writing some more new ones for us Lemon fanatics? ? ? I like how you built upon your stanzas with these phrases and these words! ! ! - - - - - - - - - - Can this be delayed? Yesterday you frayed My passion did degrade My fever retrograde By demands relayed In haste as need betrayed now I ask all this be delayed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I enjoy reading your poetry- -it is like going through a jewelry box full of sparkling gems on brooches and pendants and rings and bracelets :) 10+++++
Hi Susan, Thank you so very much! In fact, I'm nearly done with revisions on a few poems that I expect to post soon....And as always, I look forward to your next amazing work. Nothing sounds better than another helping of Susan's Dylan Goulash.....Thanks again...
I felt like the poem is about losing something loved and not wanting to let it go the way I would not want the best braids I ever had to leave and hold on to them even when the cow lick shows. Thanks for writing in such a subtle way for we forage and feed as our minds search for its depth. I love the word choice in the last lines of this poem. It did challenge me a little but I traced the braid and loved the search of what exactly it evokes in me.Reading it as an African woman I played with my braid and felt like I could wander around in it knowing it is a powerful piece and good for that it does to us all.
Sarah, thank you so much for this magnificent reply. And yes, that is precisely what the poem is about....facing having to give up something that is loved, admired, needed. There have been a few times I've had to make decisions knowing that no matter what I did, something I valued would be taken away as a result of action, or inaction. Thank you so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:32:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Outweighed with the muse of life. Nice work.