My pining enfolds me

[Violet]

My pining enfolds me


My pining enfolds me
as if inside your touch
though be it of the wind
this kiss I want so much

but love it is, it is
and hearts attach, and do
the wind that takes the pure white dove
the silence that makes her still

I ‘woke inside this music’s cooing
aflutter upon this hand
these eyes enchanted by her wooing
this smile, its soothing sound

my love no less
for this undoing


v i o l e t

[Cate]

This is lovely Violet.

I liked your use of oo sounds that go so nicely with a dove, especially in the third stanza.

[Violet]

.. thanks, Cate.. and you have me noticing the "soothing" sound in "cooing" and "wooing," which I think I was only partially aware of.. it's one of those poems where I felt I lost my "knowledge" of it, as I was writing it.. and so it has its own sense of being, in a way.. known more to sound and feeling, maybe, than to rational thought..

v. x