Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 9, 2010 Share Posted August 9, 2010 (edited) I love to dance with you and hold you close to my heart. Here in the dark I whisper to you. I wish I could promise you the world and give you the moon. Everything you do melts me like chocolate. I drink a glass of wine and my thoughts turn to you. Every night Im alone I stare out the window. I look at the street lights and wonder where all the people have gone. Dancing in the dark I sip my wine rivers of blood flow from my heart. Dreams come true and reality becomes dust. Everyday I was with you I was in another world. Where did it go wrong I have moved on now and found someone else. River of wine I make a toast. Time goes by and everything will be alright. I dance in the moonllight wishing to hold you tight. River of wine you are so fine. Everything about you puts me in the dream world. River of wine it flows in my heart. I care for you like the stars that shine at night. One more time I have memories of you We both have moved on. Now Im in a different world. Oh what do I do wishing for a hope. But, I swim in the river of wine and fall hopelessly for another life where I can be free to do as I please. I drink from the river of wine another day passes in the sunset and I want to hold you tight and tell you everything will be alright. Edited August 9, 2010 by Larsen M. Callirhoe Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted August 10, 2010 Share Posted August 10, 2010 I like how you set the mood, Victor -- I drink a glass of wine and my thoughts turn to you. Every night Im alone I stare out the window. I look at the street lights and wonder where all the people have gone. -- and how you make me wonder: I have moved on now and found someone else. Is the "someone else" the river of wine? Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 10, 2010 Author Share Posted August 10, 2010 tony you saw thru me lol/ of course it isa metaphor. the river of wine is my new friend. my girlftiend saiud that it was about my exwife and her and it is about me once being able to be playing the paiono and i can't play it anymore so the river of wine is my new friend. your veryintelligent to see that lol. Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted August 10, 2010 Share Posted August 10, 2010 Hi Larsen, I think you have a good title here, "River of Wine" is poetic, metaphoric. Lots of associations: lust, intoxication... There's a feel of yearning in this poem. Best, Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 10, 2010 Author Share Posted August 10, 2010 thanks lake i hope you read my comments to tony to better understand the poem. i will have people question this one for eons lol as to what it means. my best. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RHommel Posted August 11, 2010 Share Posted August 11, 2010 Hi Victor, I like this very melancholy poem. It's funny, your style reminds me of that of an old friend of mine who was a songwriter in his youth, and when I read your comments to Tony, it's remarkable how similar your story about the poem is to my friend's situation. Very nice. Thank you. ~Rachel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waxwings Posted August 13, 2010 Share Posted August 13, 2010 (edited) A lovely poem, victor, and, if I vere a publisher I certainly would like to publish more of your poems of this kind. It is a lengthy one, not my favorite type, therefore it must be the poem at the core that I find so very endearing. You have made it accessible to all who know what loss of those dear and a decline of abilities are like. I urge you to check some of your line breaks. There are quite a few short ones, in some stanzas, that tend to hurry the reader more than the overall feel of the poem seems to be comfortable with. I need to tell you that of many images I have read in my not so short life none are lovelier than that of the last three lines of S12. Edited August 13, 2010 by waxwings Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 14, 2010 Author Share Posted August 14, 2010 hi waxwings i think i agree with you that it gets choppy in about five or six places becauseof line breaks i still muight change this one a little bit. ijust might cut out the endings of a couplestandings Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted August 14, 2010 Share Posted August 14, 2010 Hi victor, Your poems full of feelings flow in stream of consciousness style. I read the whole through slowly as each stanza brought out another image and thought and at the end of it was left with a deep sense of ache. Here are my favorite details: ...I stare out the window. I look at the street lights and wonder where all the people have gone. I drink from the river of wine another day passes in the sunset and I want to hold you tight and tell you everything will be alright. Thank you for a beautiful poem. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted September 22, 2010 Share Posted September 22, 2010 Vic, this is a wonderful mix of brightness and positiveness, with melancholy, nostalgia. I like how you go up and down with the narrator's feelings. You know how to make your poems very close to the reader. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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