Enigmas like this
Don’t come ’round every bend:
How best he be told,
(In language aptly bold)
Of the love,
The constant LOVE
I have for the storm of him?
My impassions brimmed,
I aim at words to tell it all,
Make other love-claimers ashamed,
Though even my claim is not
To the perfection of his hurricane.

Oh, to imagine the hand of him!
To clasp unto his wind,
Round my fingers, gentle, spin
And caress with whisper softness
‘Cross his liquid-bronzed skin,
Lifts my heart in deathless swim.

Upon his head and from his chin
Undulate thunder-black clouds
Of majestic wavelengths long
And steep,
Beauty of aeons unprecedented
There reaped.

When he speaks to me in brilliance,
My mind transforms in permanence,
As when the lightning of him
Strikes the ground
And dirt and clay fuse
Into glass born new.

The storm, his storm–my own private storm to adore–
Has a doberman’s loyalty,
Never failing to alight me with aweing thunder yawps,
Rain down his life-renewing silver drops,
Or turn over soil for a better crop.
With chin on palms, I admire him, jawdropped, from a roof’s top.

Were they to reach,
I’d lock my arms around that storm,
But how can I embrace
The touchless,
The timeless,
The intangibly sworn?

The rush and hush of him,
The squall of him, the all of him–
Applause for him, of ancient filled collusiums
Wouldn’t do justice
To match how much this
Man is blissfully Loved.

As I lay to sleep, his pattersoft rain lulls me.
When I wake to ceased rain, he’s still there, in the sheen
Atop rain puddled,
Oil muddled,
Tar bubbled
Storm-wetted streets.

His shine is left behind
To outshine the ugly, the dank, the feared.

Find me words!
Someone hunt me down worthy words
Grand enough, befitting enough, tear-making enough
For him. My Love.
Search, I say.
Turn over every green, black, or bright corner of the land,
And when you’re done with that,
The cosmos.
I’ll gather them and travel then to the crescent-shaped
Alps in Vienna.
To snow-tipped Alp tops I’ll climb–having memorized those words–
And scream out into the storm of him
That he need not change a thing;
I love his everything,
And nothing of storms, no nothing, need changed nor needs tamed.


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        1. I checked the settings and it shows the reblog button on the preview but when I go to my site it’s not there. Does the “press this” button mean the same thing? It’s weird. I’ve had several other reblogs before so I can’t figure out why it doesn’t seem an option right now. 😦 bummed

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            1. yeah i can try that. but the setting was already the same. also, i just went to your blog to look for a reblog button and you don’t have one either. did you know that? I also just read online, that if you read a post you like in the reader, you can click share and reblog/share it on your blog that way. hopefully you aren’t annoyed with me and still want to share my poem. HAHAHAHHAHA.

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  1. Oh my goodness, sweet Vanessa … what have you done! Brought me to one of my favourite poems on WP in 9 months!
    This is a momentous piece…while reading I heard storms, raging seas …
    bravo sweet poet ❀️

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    1. D, that is the BEST feeling that for some crazy reason, this was a months long stand out poem in your opinion and…. I literally wrote it?! how fucked up is that!? hahaahha. Thank you so much sweet reader! It’s great to hear the vividness you experienced whilst reading it. ❀

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      1. Not fucked up in the least! I’m still having the head spins about it the morning after. I have a word hangover hehe
        I absolutely have to keep some little journal for exceptional pieces … something tells me that you will feature in it quite a bit. ❀

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    1. You know what…….I shit you not, just recently, I was thinking about To the Lighthouse and went to my copy on my office bookshelf and was looking through it again and being re-infused with it. That’s fucked up you mentioned Woolf so yeah, you’re perceptive as fuck. and AWESOME as fuck. I pat myself on the back right now for spotting cool people on wordpress! And that you are. Thanks melkimmy friend!!!! Sorry I didn’t email you back yet but believe me I was so smiley to get the email. πŸ™‚ Thank you SOooo much for reading my shit. ❀


    1. Wowwwwwwww! when you put the pieces right up next to each other like that, it’s seeing the strength of the piece differently. Thank you for doing that. Fammmieadeeeeeeeb! Thank you so much!!!!! πŸ™‚ ❀ πŸ™‚ ❀ thank you for saying it's beautiful

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    1. There isn’t a blogger who likes a keen-eyed, specified, positive critique like that more than me. WOW I am dumbstruck. How did I stumble on a combination of words for this poem that caused your glowing comment!? Surreal. Thanks so much for your reading it and complimenting me. I appreciate it.

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    1. awwwwwwwwwwwww! Thanks for loving my poem and calling its beauty explosive. BOOM BOOM ! Would you believe me if I told you, this is the FIRST romantic/love poem I’ve ever written in my life? Though I’ve read a million. I never felt compelled to step into this genre and now I have and I’m glad I did it at least once. πŸ™‚ I hope you are having a fabulous weekend! Thanks Vanessa friend! ❀ ❀

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