Cerulean Eyes
last night’s rain
puddles
‘midst the field of clover
trapped for the moment
isolated from the waters of earth
it gentles its way to the stream
in search of mother sea
this day begins
dewy and crisp
bird songs lilt
‘cross the sunrise lane
lover and beloved
we sit by the morning window
with tea
and curiosity.
we talk
in this moment
our souls spill
one into the other
until I am distracted
your lips continue sculpting words
but I’ve fallen deep
aswim in your cerulean eyes
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2020
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OH what a romantic…love it. Your words even make me swoon. You have a marvelous spectrum of poetic expression, from hard-ass defiance, fist bumps, and gut punches to butterfly wings, rainbow trout leaping, deep forests beckoning, to silkies and dolphin races, to Dickinson verses with Gary Snyder point of views–a veritable plethora of poetic possibilities. It is an honor to know you, brother.
Thank you Glenn, I blush. My father always told me that I was never very good at making up my mind… 😉
I second what Glenn said!
“Our souls spill / one into the other” — I love that line and the other imagery.
Thank you RW… 🙂
That moment when the world seems to stand still, when the magnetic presence beside you makes all else, no matter how that calls to you, seem to disappear – you’ve captured it here, Rob, with your gaze into her eyes.
I am pleased you felt it Ken… 🙂
Beautifully passionate, romantic. The drowning in someone’s eyes is a breathtaking description! Fantastic poem.
Thank you Lucy… 🙂
The eyes of those we love can always take us out of time and place…
They certainly do Kerfe…!
Exquisite, every bit of it, Rob. The trapped water. “Lover and beloved” “aswim” Mesmerizing and comforting to know love still exists between two out there.
Love stories are always in this world Lisa, somewhere. The intensity does not last indefinitely, but it is magical when it does. I have been married three times. The third started with this intensity. It was wonderful, and we are still together after 33 years — thankfully that roaring beginning has grown into something more deep and sustainable.
What a great love poem. So captivated by her eyes the words become a blur! Well done!
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
it gentles its way to the stream–nice line!!!
That you Judy. 🙂
‘but I’ve fallen deep
aswim in your cerulean eyes’
– That sense of drowning in love. It’s all here, Rob: fantastic poem!
Thank you Ingrid… 🙂
An amazing romantic capture, Rob! I love the puddles of last night’s rain ‘isolated from the waters of earth’ and the cosiness of lover and beloved sitting by the morning window ‘with tea and curiosity’ – the closeness that true love brings.
Thank you Kim… 🙂 …I remember fondly and thankfully, those moments, those feelings.
A love poem, yes, but to me it feels like a love poem to nature and daybreak. I’m not sure why, but there you go … Wonderful poem.
I wrote it with both in mind Misky. I love love, and I love nature. I have several love poems that touch fondly on nature.
I was enraptured, totally lost in this, which is as you write it, a pleasant irony.
I am pleased this resonated with you Paul.
I like the way you set up the most lovely scene, saving the most intimate moment to the end. I especially love the idea of souls spilling into each other. So beautifully penned.
Thank you Mish… 🙂 …I wanted to offer a bit of yin and yang with my two poems. I am pleased you embraced both.
Sometimes the words become less important than the gaze… love it when it’s like that.
It’s magic Bjorn!
Love it all but oh, the last line!
Glad it resonated for you Mary. 🙂
I became immersed from the start of this romantic, image-filled poem.
Excellent, I’m pleased Sara. 🙂