Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

Wiping blank the destinies once made

An old memory at twilight dies...

An echo of a time we two once knew,

Flickers in the depths of lover's eyes

Somewhere in some ancient unknown land,

At long lost oasis caravans well met,

A tale began which stood the test of time,

Two who knew they were fated and yet...

Though fingers read their secrets,

And lips spoke love without a word,

Love embraced love the ancient way,

Till gasps and heartbeats could be heard...

Destiny moved on, tore them apart,

Destroying kiss and touch and mad embrace,

Mere memories remained of what passed there,

And time moved in to fill the empty space.

Though their world dissolved, apart they lived

And died, from lip to ear the story ages passed,

Reminding lovers of the pleasures of that night,

Till we found each other once again at last.

Copyright December 16, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, legend, lost love, love poem, love story, poem, poetry, time

i love to see you
lady in your disarray
real and natural

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imagine a kiss
the meeting of willing lips
open discussion

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tongues transmitting thoughts
my moist mature murmurings
inner ideas

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our mingled breaths
the mixed moisture of our mouths
caressing bodies

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Can we say we "keep" time,
When it, fluid,
Likened to a river,
Flows past
No matter our efforts
At constraining it?

Or, do we merely mark time,
With arbitrary seconds and hours,
Which we mortals,
Prisoners of time,
Invented to measure
The dimensions of our cells?

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She reclines as I read,
Immersed in suds and poetry,
Bathed by water and words,
Emollient elegies softening
Stiff, tired muscles of her soul,
Releasing restraints and,
Dozens of delayed desires as
My orgasmic orations
Leave her laying languidly
In anticlimactic afterglow.

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wet your lips with wine
press them joyfully to mine
afterwards we dine

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write between my lines
i'll read words you mean to say
loveliest of all

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your passionate flames
lick the tinder of my soul
leaving it branded

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say with soft fervor
the secrets you have hidden
so we can love them

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what you did last night
you meant to be a secret
makes me love you more

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Copyright February 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, kiss, love, poems, poet, poetry, time

By: Donovan Baldwin

I like sometimes to reflect on things I have learned over the last 73 years simply by being around long enough to learn them.

See?

That's part of the learning process, whether it's in elementary school, university, a career, or even life.

Learning, not just a simple skill, such as threading a needle, but, a range of "tasks" or skills which make up a larger whole... takes time... and effort... but, that's another discussion.

To my mind, and in my experience, every day is a day in class.

Just as a student of mathematics, physics, literature, biology, zoology, all the -ologies is NOT finished until "the end", and, either all is learned, or the student is no longer capable of learning... so it is with life.

Learning doesn't end with today's "class". It starts with tomorrow, and, making final judgments based on our, so far, incomplete curriculum is a bit rash.

You may learn something tomorrow, next week, next year, next decade, which makes you understand and appreciate all the "learning" which went before, often with it's aches and pains and efforts and successes and (apparent) failures.

Whatever you're learning... give it time.

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Labels: donovan baldwin, failure, learning, life lesson, time, tomorrow

By Donovan Baldwin

Hide me in your heart, dear,
From those two cruel, and,
Endlessly encroaching beasts,
The brothers, age and time.

Protect me in your warm arms,
Hold me tightly to your breast,
So, when time comes and I leave,
Some part of me may stay with you.

Lock my memory deep within,
Some secret place which only,
May be visited by you, and,
A god who loves lost poets.

Sing my songs, sweet Mayari,
Charming goddess of the Moon,
And write my name forever,
With silver lines upon the sea.

O, you Wondrous one,
Who came into my life so late,
Know you turned back time,
With your gift of youth to age.


July 12, 2017

Labels: age, death, donovan baldwin, goddess of the moon, hide me, love poem, love poetry, Mayari, poem, poetry, time