Saturday, March 19, 2011

Can I write you a love letter?

Can I write you a love letter?
Who, capable of placing flame to page?
Not moonlight or love moments held
within this heart - words impossible to share
So can I write you letter? No, not of love, not here.

And yet,

you ask I sing you a love song
as the one frozen within my breast, in timeless
movement, as I have locked all song in fear. 
No, as I hold loves song  stilled
as my own guarded heaven - each note heard
only by my harbored ear. 

But bear me time eternal -  Love
its  flame, its  song.... that with this heart given 
you would give heart .. to me
...that I could pen and sing along, in

mercy, in loves meaning, in loves purest joy
fully expressed - between a giver and receiver
becoming fully blessed.   Thus, be my love, and
I thy lover with hearts  both entwined, and

I will write you a letter
sing songs in - loves delight
releasing word from - its fiery bondage -
and notes from
a sheltered night....

copyrighted 2011


  1. Yes! Beautiful. Endearing. Strong.

  2. Excellent! Very flowing and beautiful.

  3. this is very tender bk...and carries a bit of the up and down confusion of love...

  4. May I write you a letter?
    Dear bkm,
    Your poem shows me again how much alike we all are
    ...We share the same feelings, emotions, and the reason most poetry and music is about one or another facet of love is that LOVE IS everything. When all is said and done.

    My favorite Shakespeare lines are those of Portia's monologue in "Merchant of Venice". She speaks of 'the quality of mercy' being 'twice blest', in 'who gives and who takes'

    How apt for you to use that thought. It is the turning point in your poem (for me) where love goes from: Yes, No, Maybe, or Not, etc., until it reaches, through giving and receiving two hearts become entwined and are one.

    Does it show, that I really like this poem?
    Thank you.
    Steve E

  5. Absolutely beautiful, in every thought and word.

  6. So very beautiful and I swear I could hear a soft melody from my own heart! Thank you

  7. I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett,---and this is no off-hand complimentary letter that I shall write,---whatever else, no prompt matter-of-course recognition of your genius, and there a graceful and natural end of the thing.

    Since the day last week when I first read your poems, I quite laugh to remember how I have been turning and turning again in my mind what I should be able to tell you of their effect upon me, for in the first flush of delight I thought I would this once get out of my habit of purely passive enjoyment, when I do really enjoy, and thoroughly justify my admiration---perhaps even, as a loyal fellow-craftsman should, try and find fault and do you some little good to be proud of hereafter!---but nothing comes of it all---so into me has it gone, and part of me has it become, this great living poetry of yours, not a flower of which but took root and grew---Oh, how different that is from lying to be dried and pressed flat, and prized highly, and put in a book with a proper account at top and bottom, and shut up and put away . . . and the book called a 'Flora,' besides!

    After all, I need not give up the thought of doing that, too, in time; because even now, talking with whoever is worthy, I can give a reason for my faith in one and another excellence, the fresh strange music, the affluent language, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought; but in this addressing myself to you---your own self, and for the first time, my feeling rises altogether.

    I do, as I say, love these books with all my heart---and I love you too. Do you know I was once not very far from seeing---really seeing you? Mr. Kenyon said to me one morning 'Would you like to see Miss Barrett?' then he went to announce me,---then he returned . . you were too unwell, and now it is years ago, and I feel as at some untoward passage in my travels, as if I had been close, so close, to some world's-wonder in chapel or crypt, only a screen to push and I might have entered, but there was some slight, so it now seems, slight and just sufficient bar to admission, and the half-opened door shut, and I went home my thousands of miles, and the sight was never to be?

    Well, these Poems were to be, and this true thankful joy and pride with which I feel myself,

    Yours ever faithfully,

    Robert Browning

  8. My Dear Unknowing Friend, I do not know how to completely thank you for the compliments you have left here regarding my poetry. All I can say is that Barrett has always been close to my heart with much admiration, not only her words but her love affair with Robert. Could I write of life and love as her would be a part of my life fulfilled, your comments and words have brought me much pleasure in your comparisons and I take them to heart as more the idle words said and will hold them dear and honor your view of my poetry..

    I pray I do not disappoint in the future and will work to prevent it from ever becoming the case....Again, let me Thank You as you have made the first day of this spring one to remember....bkm

  9. These particular lines really touch me:

    "I could pen and sing along, in
    mercy, in loves meaning, in loves purest joy
    fully expressed - between a giver and receiver
    becoming fully blessed. "

    You hearken me back to a different day, a different time, a gentler mode of communication. Lovely.

  10. So extremely beautiful, bkm........romantic to the nth degree, full of soft sighs and I live vicariously if, indeed, I live at all, these words have titillated me muchly this sunny afternoon in my dotage. Hee hee! Love it!

  11. What an absolutely beautiful piece of writing, Barb.


  12. Beautiful and gentle, while being forceful in its expression of love. My favorite part?

    "thus, be my love, and
    I thy lover with hearts both entwined, and

    I will write you a letter
    sing songs in - loves delight"

    so lyrical and beautiful it sounds.

  13. bkm,
    A beautifully worded piece of writing.
    I liked the idea of, 'releasing the word from its firey bondage'.

    Best Spring Wishes,

  14. The world needs more poems such as this one.

  15. Beautiful. I especially like: But bear me time eternal - Love
    its flame, its song
    But bear me time eternal - Love
    its flame, its song