Vagues d'Amour

by Hellon   Mar 12, 2013


My love...steadfast
as a catamaran
drifts o'er the
night ocean.

Lapping waves meet
fricative whispers
as they lull little ones
to dream of
nothingness

and...

as lashes flutter
on the crest of
flushed cheeks
love meets heart
to become
a tsunami...

@Hellon 11th March 2013

*This started off as just a sentence (I thought) for Maple's contest. Played around with it a bit more...probably will come back to it again.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Meme

    The title itself took me to another time, like Paris in the fifties (like I saw it in movies) it had this lovely sense in it.

    The word choice was perfect for this piece, you managed to draw a picture of love in such an elegant way. It flowed like a river; smoothly to take you into another place.

    "love meets heart
    to become
    a tsunami..."
    The way you choose to end this piece was breathtaking, the metaphor of how love meeting the heart would result in a tsunami just blew my mind. Its like the moment love was introduced into their life everything was never the same again.
    Such a wonderful piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by Liz

    I must have missed when you posted this! And may I just say, this is beyond words. I love the title in French, the whole context and wording of this. I wish I could nominate this. It's definitely going in my favorites!

  • 11 years ago

    by Meme

    WOW!!!
    I was waiting for a piece like this to amaze me, and yours did even more.

    Thia is epic :)
    Nominated.

    xxx

  • 11 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    This is a mature love caught out unexpected.

    The poem shows dedication and contentment with a current state of emotion. It is stable as a catamaran and requires no conscious attention (night ocean). There are even small children who are lulled by her love, such as by a grandmother, with her placid devotion.

    Suddenly she is confronted with a new and passionate love that sweeps over her like a tidal wave. Where it takes her is left unsaid for the moment, but she will surely not be the same.