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Thyrsa of the rocks

Poetry By: Giorgio

"Next to the spring rock Thyrsa waits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;"

A poem about the love of a lady to her chosen man.

Submitted:Jul 22, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Thyrsa of the rocks

Thyrsa comes to the mount spring;
fresh water in the jug to pour;
the nightingales are there to sing,
her untamed feelings to soar.

Thyrsa fills her heart with notes,
her songs lyrics make foliage dither
for this pain takes no antidotes,
the singing nightingales spell hither.

And as the lyrics rise to heavens,
and render modes of the wind,
palms join with his name engraven
on her betrothal golden ring.

He left her world with a promise;
one Sunday they 'd meet in church;
thus she waits for a mail's notice;
the roads daily, her eyes search;

Next to the spring rock Thyrsa waits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;
wraiths around her dance with fates,
for five eons they fiddle, in mists.

One of the ghosts dances more aptly,
as she gropes her heart and loves;
Thyrsa of the rocks mentates raptly,
her golden ring and two white doves.

© 07-22-2012, All Rights Reserved
Poemhunter S. N. 32073640


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