Wednesday, December 05, 2018
POEM: ONE NIGHT THE MOON...
By Donovan Baldwin
One night the moon shone down on me,
As I sat upon the sand at water's edge.
She asked politely, for the Moon is a lady,
"Why do you sit here on this shore alone?"
I replied, "I love someone so very far away."
"Then tell her this," the Moon said, gently.
I shook my head, as a dark cloud crossed
The sky, and the face, of the caring Moon.
"This I cannot do," said I, head bowed.
"Duty binds me here, too far away."
A chill wind blew across dark water,
And, I shivered, both with cold and loss.
Warm Moon spoke, "My light will speak for you.
I will shine down outside her home each night,
With poems and messages of love you send,
So, she, seeing me, will think of you."
I asked, "How will she ever know, that,
Your silver beams are messages of love,
Sent by this humble poet?" I asked in doubt.
Moon smiled brightly at my lack of faith.
"She will know," sweet Moon replied,
"She already knows my beams are love.
Until now, she did not know from whom."
One night the Moon, said this to me.
Copyright 2017 by Donovan Baldwin
One night the moon shone down on me,
As I sat upon the sand at water's edge.
She asked politely, for the Moon is a lady,
"Why do you sit here on this shore alone?"
I replied, "I love someone so very far away."
"Then tell her this," the Moon said, gently.
I shook my head, as a dark cloud crossed
The sky, and the face, of the caring Moon.
"This I cannot do," said I, head bowed.
"Duty binds me here, too far away."
A chill wind blew across dark water,
And, I shivered, both with cold and loss.
Warm Moon spoke, "My light will speak for you.
I will shine down outside her home each night,
With poems and messages of love you send,
So, she, seeing me, will think of you."
I asked, "How will she ever know, that,
Your silver beams are messages of love,
Sent by this humble poet?" I asked in doubt.
Moon smiled brightly at my lack of faith.
"She will know," sweet Moon replied,
"She already knows my beams are love.
Until now, she did not know from whom."
One night the Moon, said this to me.
Copyright 2017 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: cloud, donovan baldwin, far away, lovers, moon, one night, poem, poet, poetry, sad poem
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Lover's Tale
Lover's Tale
By: Donovan Baldwin
On wet gray stones my boot heels clattered,
Echoes from silent walls... as if it mattered,
That she and I had passed this way,
And, parted at the dawn of day.
One hurried night of thoughtless pleasure,
While taken to its coarsest measure,
Within my heart a bright light gleamed,
It had been more than what it seemed.
Touched, oh yes touched deeply by,
The lady who had caught my eye,
Who I had claimed so casually,
Yet, tossed aside so soon to be...
And yet, twas I was caught within,
As net of love rose from our sin,
And as I heard the first bell toll,
She left ME there, a joke so droll.
As I lay, unbelieving and heartsore,
She left my world and shut the door,
And let the darkness in my soul,
Yes, on ME a joke so droll.
19 July 2018
By: Donovan Baldwin
On wet gray stones my boot heels clattered,
Echoes from silent walls... as if it mattered,
That she and I had passed this way,
And, parted at the dawn of day.
One hurried night of thoughtless pleasure,
While taken to its coarsest measure,
Within my heart a bright light gleamed,
It had been more than what it seemed.
Touched, oh yes touched deeply by,
The lady who had caught my eye,
Who I had claimed so casually,
Yet, tossed aside so soon to be...
And yet, twas I was caught within,
As net of love rose from our sin,
And as I heard the first bell toll,
She left ME there, a joke so droll.
As I lay, unbelieving and heartsore,
She left my world and shut the door,
And let the darkness in my soul,
Yes, on ME a joke so droll.
19 July 2018
Labels: love poem, lovers, poem, poem by Donovan Baldwin, poetry, sad poem
Friday, June 08, 2018
Poem: Conversation With The Moon
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
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
Thursday, June 07, 2018
Poem: Would I Cry?
By: Donovan Baldwin
If one day I awoke, and you were not there,
My computer screen was blank,
Without a message from you,
And, I was left to wonder...
Would I cry?
If I sent a question, or told a story,
And there was no response,
Despite repeated requests,
And, I was left to wonder...
Would I cry?
If I began to think that it was over,
That you no longer cared about
What I thought or dramed,
And lived a life withot me...
Would I cry?
If I realized how much you meant,
But, had forgotten how much you were,
In my heart and in my mind,
Every moment of each day...
Would I cry?
Of course I would.
If one day I awoke, and you were not there,
My computer screen was blank,
Without a message from you,
And, I was left to wonder...
Would I cry?
If I sent a question, or told a story,
And there was no response,
Despite repeated requests,
And, I was left to wonder...
Would I cry?
If I began to think that it was over,
That you no longer cared about
What I thought or dramed,
And lived a life withot me...
Would I cry?
If I realized how much you meant,
But, had forgotten how much you were,
In my heart and in my mind,
Every moment of each day...
Would I cry?
Of course I would.
Labels: love poem, poem, poem by Donovan Baldwin, poetry, sad poem, would I cry
Friday, June 02, 2017
Poem: So Far Away
By Donovan Baldwin
The times, the places, the people that I care about,
All seem so far away.
As if all are at a great distance and can only dimly
Be sensed...or imagined?
Perhaps that's all it is, just a dream, an imagining,
Of what I wished for.
Reality is near, and I can feel its weight. Happy times,
Seem so far away.
That's how it's been and is still, this thing, "life",
A weight to be borne.
Children run and play in the Sun, without a care
In a playground far away.
Nothing here is real, because I have chosen to live
In a land so far away.
Today is the nearest thing, near to yesterday and tomorrow,
And no real difference.
When the finest things were near I should have held them,
Not let them slip away...
So far away
The times, the places, the people that I care about,
All seem so far away.
As if all are at a great distance and can only dimly
Be sensed...or imagined?
Perhaps that's all it is, just a dream, an imagining,
Of what I wished for.
Reality is near, and I can feel its weight. Happy times,
Seem so far away.
That's how it's been and is still, this thing, "life",
A weight to be borne.
Children run and play in the Sun, without a care
In a playground far away.
Nothing here is real, because I have chosen to live
In a land so far away.
Today is the nearest thing, near to yesterday and tomorrow,
And no real difference.
When the finest things were near I should have held them,
Not let them slip away...
So far away
Labels: donovan baldwin, poem, poem by Donovan Baldwin, poetry, sad poem, so far away
