Hello, my friends!
I remember when first drafting this poem, I was stuck on the fourth stanza… how to resolve it? A happy or a sad ending?
After running the options by my wife… she voted for sad. “You love sad,” she noted.
I do indeed.
But the sadder/darker part was to then connect the first and fourth stanzas with the images of Shakespeare’s tragic, doomed heroine, Juliet.
For lit nerds like me, I’m sure you’ll recall the horrifying final scene of Romeo & Juliet when Juliet wakes from her feigned death to find Romeo dead by suicide next to her.
She then stabs herself in the chest with Romeo’s dagger, saying…
“O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.“
So, from a creative and poetic perspective, it was rewarding to “close the loop” in this poem through that literary allusion… albeit ever so sad.
When finished, this poem packed some emotional punch for me as the writer. Even when I create them, tragic endings always break my heart (in the best way).
Hope you enjoy this poem. I’d love to hear from you how you felt about it in the Comments Section below…
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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i gaze upon your silhouette, breathless
on that hotel balcony o’er the sea,
a revenant, a shadowed Juliet,
stark against the sprawl of dawn’s firmament
oh, to be beheld, sacred and adored
like that sunrise, reflected in your eyes
where pastel fires smoldered, e’er in accord
with your soft breaths, purrful and prurient
oh, to be those tender beams of daylight,
exploring your form with a warm sublime
caress, the yearn of such stardust, etching
your imprint on tremulous sheets of time
i wake to the ache of a gray passing cloud
each dappled beam, an un-happy dagger
unsheathed to slice these sunrise reveries,
the reality of a loss so deep
a fair silhouette caught in my dreams