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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: July 17, 2016      Views: 523
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I am recently retired and reside in the most beautiful area of Virginia--the Shenandoah Valley. I find beauty and inspiration in the mountains every day--it is one of my most faithful muses.

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Chapter 41 of the book 2016
A Love Poem in Blank Verse
"The Granite Stone" by mountainwriter49
              The Granite Stone
              Blank Verse Narrative
                                               It was the end
 of the most fretful week I’ve had in years,
and I was so forlorn, despaired, and found
myself  within the vortex of the ‘twixt
and ‘tween as I stood by the water’s edge.
Cool ripples fell upon the rocky beach
so softly, yet the sounds clashed harshly and
so loudly in my mind.
                                      These crashing waves
upon the rocky shore remind me of
when we once stood by Juan de Fuca strait,
and were so mesmerized by rhythmic, pulsing,
thrusting waves upon the rounded grey
stones strewn as far as we could see along
seductive moonlit shores.
                                       I looked beyond
your eyes and saw an oval granite rock
the size of which would fit within my palm.
Oh how you laughed as I reached down to grasp
the rock well-smoothed by centuries of sea’s
ne’er ceasing, sculpting waves.
                                            You pulled me up
into your warm embrace and smiled
before you kissed me with a passion that
I’d come to love since we’d passed through the door
cut low in the elusive hand-hewn wall
that few could ever find.
                                                          I gave to you
the smooth, well-rounded granite stone that night
and swore to you my love would last beyond
the stone and stars above.  ‘Twas then you pulled
me closer, promising your love would last
beyond eternity.
                                               And thus we lived
and thrived upon life’s vibrant verve and supped
 from its most plentiful bouquet of art
and love and food and wine and history.
But ‘twas in Italy where we found life’s
most grand display of verdant Eden’s
wondrous garden for us to enjoy.
‘Twas there amongst the Tuscans that we thrived
with friends we'll always love.
                                     The thund’rous claps
awoke me from my dreams and memories
of when you were here by my side and in
your living years.  How could the time have passed
us by so quickly?  I don’t understand
how time and place could stand so still yet move
so damn fast when we were as one…but now
it creeps by slowly even more so since
some twenty years have hurried by since you
have passed away and left
                                      me all alone.
I long for those dear ardent, halcyon
years of our youth, when love was sweet and ripe
as wine that drips from gravid vines, yet resonates
within my soul, my heart and deeper yet
within my loins…as I now hold the stone
that you bequeathed to me that I once gave
to you upon this strand
                                                 so many years
ago when we were young and danced beneath
soft Luna’s glow and knew we would last evermore.
I’ve written of our love as I have sipped the vine,
and leafed through memories most dear to us.
I weep as music we both loved now plays 
aloud, thus filling my heart with such joy
of memories sublime.
                                                   I cast the stone
along the shore where we first pledged our love.
‘Tis here where I once spread your ashes long
ago, and where mine too will soon be spread
upon this rocky shore.  

15 July 2016

Love Poem Poetry Contest contest entry


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Author Notes
Poetic Form:
Blank verse written in iambic meter with some metrical substitution and variable line lengths, thus there are no end-rhymes and the poem is not always in iambic pentameter. Metrical substitution is used for dramatic and/or emphasis purposes.

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