Old Love
It’s well I know of lonely nights …
these ever longer days.
Each time my lover’s strayed-away
and I’m the one who stays.
Lost rivers from my many tears …
then, flowed to sorrow’s seas,
with plaintive, soft-sent sighs to thee,
beseeching on bare knees.
Too well I know that painful grip
of steady, lonesome days,
and dread the fall of eventide,
devoid of your dear ways.
Comes ever to my waiting hope,
unanswered, echoed calls …
there’s no relent to this dire need;
too sad, each tear that falls.
Shhh! Listen, hear this heart of mine
sing sweet our love’s refrain …
oh, do your feet begin to dance,
or does it bring you pain,
to know that stars cannot take back
what’s twinkled in our eyes …
nor, moon forget that which he’s seen
on high from warm night skies?
If you shall answer with a, “Yes,
my soul is lonely, too!”
Why not then give us one more chance,
to make old love brand new.
Richard “Rascal” Jenkins
©2025
Swoon…
To be honest, I feel like my comments don’t belong here. Your poetry is too beautiful.
Oh-NO, Adira! 🥀🐝
If your sweet face should not appear upon my page,
I would feel a cold place in my heart …
and, ne’er again I’d be warmed from your passion’s rage;
nor, will soft words, my sad pen impart.
Ah, Dear Lady-Poet, you’ve, indeed, a cleverly smooth voice, to so cunningly tease a bard and praise his humble little efforts with such feminine allure … your words, though brief, say much.
Besides, I’ve read your delightfully delicious poetry, too, ya know!
Thank you ever-so gratefully, Adira, for enticing my cloudy day to smile! ⁓ Rascal 🤗
You know how to make a woman swoon, that’s for sure.
Thank you for such kind words, “Rascal”🌺
Beautiful ink. Thank you for sharing.
Greetings, Drieks 🌻
It is a privilege and pleasure for you to share my humble poetic offering, and a distinct joy to receive your graciously encouraging compliment and expressed gratitude.
With warmest blessings! ⁓ Rascal🌿
FANTABULOUS!!!
You are KILLING IT. Sooo Gorgeous and erogenously complex. This piece has everything in the way of poetic element… the consonance, the alliteration, enjambment, and meter. I’m particularly captivated by this amazing stanza:
“Comes ever to my waiting hope,
unanswered, echoed calls …
there’s no relent to this dire need;
too sad, each tear that falls.”
The piece is the personification of wailing need and disappointment.