El Meon Klahiko

I Wrote What I Write, I Write What I Like – With A Jeng!

reply to Neruda’s 5 August, 2011

Filed under: Poemjeng — meonjeng @ 4:12 pm

& struck me with arrows, upon hails of soft petals of pain
for my thoughts were my being was fertile for things to bloom;
but the waves washes me over and throws me asunder,
I thought I was seeking light but I was hiding in the gloom


I am illuminatingly blinded – for you are my sun,
far too bright, & too far away
casting black upon on which I stand
that my shadow’s darkness consume me
yet I stare even though I have no more sight
for your warmth is a haven – a personal heaven
you, through eyes I could not hope to see
I am lost, with only love as an inadequate guide

I yearn of you like breathing the summer heat; without fire in my veins, I feel barren
but your flame in my soul burns deep; It sears me – I am filled till I feel stricken
I love you like fields of grains of wheat; coarse and plain but warm as the land
tho I may look filling or taste sweet; I am dull & tired, my taste amazingly bland
& you, my poison, the ever refreshing breeze; 
I shall bow to you my harvest’s hand
its a poison I would gladly squeeze; for your presence is a sweet addiction I can’t stand

I love you, with all the words that love might endure
but the words are the only thing of which I’m sure
& when you say it, I know that I love you more
before it was lost, you never knew what it was for

all now I could ever but say
it was always, or its never
I wish eternity was but a day
then we would be, forever


2 Responses to “reply to Neruda’s”

  1. pompuanemosi Says:

    it’s still a day early, but happy birthday.

    hope one day you realize that not only the sun can bring you joy.
    the moon, the stars are up there waiting to be worshipped.

    though they reside in the darkness where no soul wish to ponder, they lit up lonely nights where lovers look up to the pitch black sky & pledge their undying love to each other.

    though they can’t give you the warmth & heat that you longed for, they keep you company whenever loneliness creeps in while other mortals have submerged into deep slumber.

    god bless you, sir.

  2. is this the piece? Says:

    Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way

    than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
    Pablo Neruda

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