My Waiting Lady, My Dying Lady

In the garden of our dreams, my beloved waits for me,
placid as the morning dew, evanescent as the departing night,
but patiently in a shade’s embrace, sits fanciful and free,
lost in wondrous thought, and a visage fair and bright
awaits my arrival wistfully, under the arched Eden tree,
slightly anxious yet timid, chasing shadows in the light,
but a thousand miles from my beloved, my beloved I can see
and our despairing abode around her, falling into blight,
the flowers turning pale, are not as verdant as she,
and a thousand days have set, much to pathos delight,
where once my prison stood, now there ripples the sea,
buried under so many leagues, leagues of sorrow’s respite,
while in our bounteous home, my woman calls to me,
holding my memory’s vigil, a flame still burning despite
she knows somewhere within, in an ossuary I may be,
forgive me love, I have moved on, for that I am contrite,
but then she tastes the fruit, forbidden which does agree
to let her be with me in death, and deign to leave this sight,
for this garden bounteous wilting, amnesiac of springs glee
can rest with solace knowing, we rest in heavens plight.
Β 

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71 thoughts on “My Waiting Lady, My Dying Lady

  1. “A long dead prisoner watches his love, waiting for him, from the heavens. He witnesses his garden and his home, how everything around his love is wilting and dying. He gazes on helplessly and half glad as she commits suicide, knowing well that they shall be together once again.”

    1. This is lovely. I should be writing, but I find I am reading and answering instead. Still I am very glad I saw this, and I think you also, for you kind words this morning. I do need some cheering up, it seems.

      1. “think” = “thank”

        I am much better thank you. I do type very quickly, and often are not wearing my reading glasses and/or wearing the wrong ones and/or am out of the proper range of them. I often do not see such errors as the above. On a short word the page may be so blurry that I may not even see the red underline from the spell-checker!

  2. I thank you, and also welcome you to any kind words I may have spoken. My good friend, you must not fear the travails and arduous experiences of life, these words are undoubtedly easier said than done, but hope is what keeps us alive, faith is what binds us to our mortal helplessness.

  3. I read a few of your pieces. Lovely poetry! Your work reminds me a bit of Edgar Allen Poe they way the words flow in beauty with just a touch of melancholy. I mean this a compliment as I consider EAP to have been a master wordsmith.

    1. No thanks needed Susan, it was a pleasure to view your blog, an utter eyegasm so to write. You have a talent with photography, and it is absolutely enviable.

      Regards,
      Osama Iftikhar

  4. Hi – nice to meet you. I couldn’t find an ‘About’ Page so just want to say here that I am honoured by your visit and follow at art rat cafe – thank you. Love your writing and look forward to exploring your site in more depth….

  5. Greetings Osama Iftikhar,

    I too believe we shall change the world. How? By becoming better caregivers. Please follow these two links: https://skydrive.live.com/?cid=f885f56c47be1762&id=F885F56C47BE1762%21836 and http://caregivermanual.blog.com/caregivers-manual-for-men/.

    If you would consider changing the world together, how about writing one of the Presenter Templates for the ITN program?

    That is my challenge to you.

    Dan
    mlberg.caregiver.blog@gmail.com

  6. Meter, candor, diction, guise
    Such challenges give caring rise
    Anger, sorrow, fear, regret
    These cares leave cues you’ll not forget
    (thru) Passion, Glory, Hell, Retreat
    Giving and Receiving meet

    Longing, faith, atone, believe
    Hope for all and debts relieve

      1. Not a problem Osama. I truly appreciate the consideration you give this project. Might I suggest an iterative approach? Constructive feedback could form the impetus you deserve. I am open to suggestions. Dan

  7. although i cannot understand all in a first reading (my ability in english is not that strong) i feel it’s a good poem. I think that’s a fine characteristic of well written poetry; feeling goes ahead of knowledge …
    it makes curious and is intriguing ….

  8. So hauntingly beautiful yet contemplative and disturbing as in a Poe novel.
    You are very talented! I want to read more. Your poem stirs the senses and opens creativity in me.

    Thank you for following my blog. It seems so insignificant in comparison.
    I may not be so tentative in my writings after reading your soulful writing.

    Janice

    1. This is quite embarrassing as I have not read much literature, by Byron I presume you mean Lord Byron? I am flattered that you have even mentioned the name of that literary giant on this forum.

  9. Very beautiful poem. I enjoyed your explanation of the poem found in the first comment, as it was set down in a time honored tradition similar to Coleridge or Longfellow.

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