To Lands of Sand, Unsandaled

An abstract piece about love in it's many guises.

Love does spark, it takes your heart without choice, 

it steals many your thoughts, gifting it’s voice.  

 

Love lies softly, whispered on the pale wind,

cotton-filled the cloud, a snowy white blend.

 

True it’s love profound, that sureness holded,

gives and takes, like flowers, pure unfolded.

 

Round your arms ‘tis love that sweetly surrounds,

whilst it is my love whose love abounds.

 

Love ‘tis known well, flying freely e’er fast,

flowing him to her, and her back at last.

 

Love does peace grant you, astounding its grace,

within there, your heart's most glorious place.

 

Surely ‘tis it true, that love is e’er blind,

wanting what it wants, and taking in kind. 

 

Love is boundless, wild when left un-handled,

whisking you to lands of sand, un-sandaled.

 

Love’s a tempest, leveling thus your world,

it can though be simple, stunning its swirl. 

 

Love of mine, you’ve taken o'er my essence,

bound together one we, greatest pleasance.

 

Love, oh my sweet love, to me you’re all things,

heart of mine you’ve stolen, e’er one we sing.

 

 

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 Poetic Structure:  Trochaic Tetrameter with Double Catalexis

Love does spark, it takes your heart without choice, 

it steals many your thoughts, gifting it’s voice.  

 

Love lies softly, whispered on the pale wind,

cotton-filled the cloud, a snowy white blend.

 

True it’s love profound, that sureness holded,

gives and takes, like flowers, pure unfolded.

 

Round your arms ‘tis love that sweetly surrounds,

whilst its heaviness, in hands, yours abound.

 

Love ‘tis known well, flying freely e’er fast,

flowing him to her, and her back at last.

 

Love does peace grant you, astounding its grace,

within there, your heart's most glorious place.

 

Surely ‘tis it true, that love is e’er blind,

wanting what it wants, and taking in kind. 

 

Love is boundless, wild when left un-handled,

whisking you to lands of sand, un-sandaled.

 

Love’s a tempest, leveling thus your world,

it can though be simple, stunning its swirl. 

 

Love of mine, you’ve taken o'er my essence,

bound together one we, greatest pleasance.

 

Love, oh my sweet love, to me you’re all things,

heart of mine you’ve stolen, e’er one we sing.

 

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All rights reserved.

Barbara L. Brown

Author's Note

Poetic Structure: Trochaic tetrameter with double catalexis (see analysis below poem.)

Awards:

What's Meant to Be Will Always Find It's Way Contest, 9th Place

Reviews

[Stella]

I love how romantic and descriptive this poem is and the way you defined love.

[❀ Gabriela ..]

Sweet, beautiful poem. Excellent job!