The first warm wind of spring
whispered threats in his ear.
Not even blossom bedecking
knolls of the smoking temple
embraced by those steepening hills
could turn the colour of his mind.
“I can’t feel a part of this,” he said.
He watched her take a piece of bread
and a cloud passed before her eyes.
Neither his touch or choicest word
would have any effect
and no amount of wisdom exuding
from centuries of contemplation
could prevent him feeling alone.
Their minds would never mingle
like fresh sandalwood in mountain air.
All he saw was a set of blue irises,
statements of beauty
and perhaps an intent
poem © copyright df barker 2012
Ciscography 
Hi David
So sad but beautiful and deep, lovely! 🙂
ps
I would like to post more of your seapoems on the seablog this weekend. ty!
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Well done.
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Oh, thank you Ina! Yes, the seablog, are there some in my ‘back catalogue’ that you haven’t used yet? If not, I can put some more on soon.
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Jamie, I’m very grateful for your comments, thank you!
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Ahh, just gorgeous words, really.
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Very contemplative and naturally beautiful – wonderful as always! 🙂
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so heart-breakingly sad…and so well written..
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The end of the poem left me with a tinge of sadness.
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A very soft poem with deep inner contemplation! Nice!
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This poem is enriching, I love it.
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Hi,
A sad poem but loving as well. Very well done.
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“and perhaps an intent.”
but of what?
I can’t help wishing that, were I to look away – she would take his hand and include him in her thoughts (if only for a moment)
M.L.
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This is just wonderful. Thank you.
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“…and perhaps an intent.” That last line really anchors this beautiful, melancholy poem. Nicely done again, David!
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Beautiful Poetry David.
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I am very grateful, Betty, thank you!
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James, thank you so much. I’m grateful.
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Thank you very much for your comments!
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Thank you again, Mags!
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Thank you very much Soma!
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Susan, thank you very much!
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Thank you Wendell!
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Thank you Colline!
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Pete, thank you very much again!
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Very nice poem. Melancholy moods.
Jim
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Thank you!!!
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My pleasure, thank YOU.
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Is there a tinge of sadness in the poem? I wonder. There is certainly not the connection the poet would have, but there is the beauty of blue irises, and “perhaps an intent.” The perhaps seems to say that this is a poem where hope is intermingled with desire. A great poem.
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Hi David, I have put Hastings AM up on the Sea blog! 🙂 Thank you very much!
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No problem Ina – I am very grateful, thank you!
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Here I sense there are two people who will never truly come together… there is sadness… well done.
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Thank you Christy, I appreciate your comments.
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Wow! You are a very talented poet. Don’t know if you ever checked out dverse…but there are many there who would love your writing!
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You are very kind! Thank you.
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Oh, the sweet agony of being so close, yet so far from each other. The cloud going over those blue eyes says it all for me, DF! Wonderfully poignant poem! I have had picnics just like that!
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Very poignant.
‘Their minds would never mingle
like fresh sandalwood in mountain air’
Too lovely for analyzing…so I’m just savoring!
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Thank you once again! 🙂
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