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Echo to Narcissus

Echo to Narcissus

How clearly the river leaps to kiss your glorious pout!       
My own tears also spring to offer you clean taste of honor.        
My call falls unheard;  Your lithe arms stir        
only to embrace your own silent reflection.        
Look within my palmed pools of love swelling, I beg;          
Immerse and ripple in self-admiration there,        
so I might at least bear your precious face in my hands.        
         
         
Long moan, tightly stretched moments of longing,        
generous garlands I extend in gentle clutches of hope.        
I have soaked your skin with bleeding roses        
swiftly strewn in throes of vibrant passion.        
Heated flesh twitches e’er within silk fold and stone crevice fast.        
Yet my submissive heart is ne’er once seized           
by one whose brow is so bound in Narcissus blooms.        
       
         
So fragrant petals drop from lust’s alluring, burning vines grasped          
Into shadows of fatigue which ring my dreamless eyes.        
No appreciative smile from my god on opposite bank,        
close enough to touch intimately, yet so removed from my yearnings.

       
One more secret to echo across a fading world in sad sighs.        
         

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Artina Heartflash

Excellent write. Thanks for sharing, My applause

I have soaked your skin with my bleeding roses          
swiftly strewn in throes of vibrant passion.          
Heated flesh twitches e’er within silk fold and stone crevice fast.          
Yet my submissive heart is ne’er once seized           
by one whose brow is so bound in Narcissus blooms.     

Regards

WILLIAMSJI

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Artina Heartflash

Thank you so much, Williamsji.

I have to edit later just to adjust the spacing between lines on this. The content will remain same.

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Kimmy Alan

I've loved this story since my youth, and you've given it justice.  Poets underestimate the educational value of their poetry.  To a student, studying the classics, your work would be instrumental in helping them understand the beauty of a Greek tragedy.

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Artina Heartflash

Thanks, Kimmy/Snugglebuck.  That's very kind of you to say.   I had a relationship with a Narcissus, and that personal pain is what wrought this poem, moreso than the Greek story. But yes, mythology is still a strong inspiration for me, and I've loved the stories since I was a child also.

:)

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