Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

Artists paint figures
In the nude,
Stripped of clothing,
Because the human
Is a beautiful work of art,
I suppose,
But to show the moment,
The thought,
The action,
Without distraction,
Although bare flesh
Can be its own
Sweet distraction.
I, poet, strip my thoughts,
So you can see their
Bare beauty.

-----

my distant lover
may only be touched by words
she smiles as i write

-----

clinging filmy cloth
leaves no doubt of womanhood...
happy i who see

-----

so lacking control
when your lips and hands take charge
and i become yours

-----

you say i'm strong but
after your ardent touches
i'm left weak and drained

-----

timeless pas de deux
ancient ritual of love
from cave to penthouse

-----

intimate lover
revealing all her passions
feeding my desires

-----

my words were only
dreams and fantasies until
you called me poet

-----

she hides her body
but gladly reveals herself
to her lover's eyes

-----

her buds peek shyly
rising at my interest
and admiration

-----

she has spent her years
learning secrets of loving...
she sweetly reveals

-----

my hands slowly pass
touching soft curves of my love...
learning her secrets

-----

Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Model Seated In The Artist's Studio, Circa 1910, by Paul Gustave Fischer

Labels: artists, distant lover, donovan baldwin, haiku, in the nude, Model Seated In The Artist's Studio, Paul Gustave Fischer, poems, poetry, womanhood

By: Donovan Baldwin

One night I wandered aimlessly as
Night fell on mountain, plain, and sea.

I sighed, and sadly sang a mournful tune,
Which caught the ear of Lady Moon.

Moon wondered why I sat so sad,
And, spoke her wish that I be glad.

"But, Lady Moon," I wept to say,
My dearest love is far away.

Miles and miles from me she sleeps,
Between the sands and ocean deeps.

I love her greatly, yet cannot go,
Kneel at her feet to tell her so."

Lady Moon glowed then silver-white,
And, said, "I see her every night.

She gazes in the sky for me,
Sees secret lover's words from Thee.

She keeps your words locked in her heart,
And, dreams of days you're not apart.

Then, pressing moonbeams to her breast
In peaceful slumber takes her rest.

As memories of your silver song,
Play in her dreams til night is gone.

When the Sun, she wakes to see,
Her first words are that she loves thee.


Copyright 2018

Labels: distant love, distant lover, love poem, moon, moon poem, poem about separated lovers, poem about the moon, poem by Donovan Baldwin, poetry, romantic poetry, sad poem