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Apologies to Boanerges
by Rafika AndersonClick photo to listen to this poem read aloud by Rafika
Many a moon has past
since you walked with me last
another gardener has tended my heart
while you and I have grown apart
planting his virile seed in my fertile ground
while you were not around
to care for me
tenderly
He came to me as in a dream
traveling on a silver moonbeam
with enthusiasm and zeal
helping my wounds to heal
filling my emptiness with his voice
I simply had no other choice
but to love him as I do
the way I once worshipped you
Lingering here all alone
wishing I could touch your tone
brown skin once again
he moved in
overcoming my personal space
insinuating his beautiful face
where yours had been for so long
feeding my starving spirit with his song
saturating all my free time
inspiring me to write and rhyme
as you once had
when you discovered me
sad
and lonely
and I adored you only
Oh, what can I say?
his smile arose like a sun-filled day
surrounding me
when he came down to me
nurturing me with his soulful kiss
transforming my anguish into bliss
holding me close and tight
throughout my darkest night
making me forget my crimson pain
driving away the dark clouds and rain
I suffered through when your essence
withdrew from my presence
and I became turquoise blue
with the loss of you
You had loved me sweetly
deeply and completely
while he came upon me like a raging fire
consuming me with passion and wild desire
turning my freshly-tended emotion
from heavy sorrow to intense devotion
gently, yet with clear intent
he presented himself, so innocent
vibrantly expressing his quiet power
causing my soul force to flower
Full of promise and vitality
he shared his bounty generously
connecting at our very core
he gave me more than I hoped for
A valiant steed
he galloped with speed
across my untilled land
grasping my open hand
steering me into his heart
until he too had to depart
abandoning this flourishing soil
beneath the jasmine tree where I toil
to contemplate and wonder
what shall I do without you
sons of thunder 02/09/2006 Author's Note: From "Breakfast with a Stranger" (2003)
Posted on 02/08/2006
Copyright © 2010 Rafika Anderson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/06 at 08:01 AM Quite the all consuming story poem Rafika. Kept me spellbound throughout. Hat's off to ya. :o) |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/16/06 at 03:32 PM I love both the tone and the texture of this poem. Really lovely, Rafika! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/19/06 at 09:14 AM tis pity
that those sons of thunder
ne'er truly gain or advance, not one singular step
on the fertile soil o'er
which they are thundering toward an imaginary bliss
till they have waned into the recesses
of their own imagined successes
and in whose embraces one such as your fidelity
is forgotten, only to have its insurgence
in deep and mournful regretting voices in whose utterances are recalled such words to the effect-------there will never be another as this petal to discount from the flower, she loves she loves me not, and futile to gather in yonder field another which would not
unfurl as sweet or virtuous.
this rhyme is wonderfully rendered and composed |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/21/06 at 11:26 AM This to me is potent in every way, a tale within its own mesmerizing rhythm and rhyme. Your flow lingers long after the reading, and requests another and another and another look. Beautifully written. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/04/08 at 03:58 PM Your vibrant story is told but incomplete
Those sons of thunder with their missed drum beat
Leaving you under the jasmine tree
Wondering and still alone as can be! |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 11/27/08 at 11:23 AM Wow, what a gread read! I really liked this poem. Great job. |
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