Poem: Intoxicated Wine of Love

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Golden mist envelops the morning Sky

With tenuous comeliness of yellows, oranges and reds spilled,

The fragile wings spread and Fly,

Whence clouds wept and distilled?


O’ I’ve become a patient of alexithymia,

‘Twill not cure till you pour

The intoxicated Wine of academia,

Whilst on yonder shore I’ll roar.


O’ my lotus-like feet tread with gaiety

And only cease to the Flute playing in the woods,

Whence does heaven derive this silence weighty?

My sleeves are drenched and so are my hoods.


O’ my eyes blink with scrutiny for the Emporium of Love;

Love has retained me in the arms of my darling –

One last kiss and a shibboleth of Dove,

As I utter, I see you charming.


Lo! A verse is entangled on my lips

Compelling the goblet to replenish with Wine;

Ask me, I’ve seen the morning Eclipse,

For it is Seductive and only mine.


~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015


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Jodah 14 months ago from Queensland Australia

What a wonderful way you have with words Surabhi, you use the English language to it's great effect. Beautiful poem and I love the opening image. Just tell me what "alexithymia" is? I am too lazy to Google it.


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Surabhi Kaura 14 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Haha - Thanks, Sir. It means difficulty in expressing emotional responses.


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Jodah 14 months ago from Queensland Australia

Thank you, you just increased my vocabulary :)


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shprd74 14 months ago from Bangalore

surabhi,

me too like jodah learning from you.

Where do you get to know these words. must be a great classic reader (Shakespeare ? ).

Kudos.

- hari


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Surabhi Kaura 14 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Hari,

I have read quite a lot, bro. Shakespeare and Wordsworth in my teenage years.

Cheers!


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shprd74 14 months ago from Bangalore

so that is the secret. :-)

great going.

- hari


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word55 14 months ago from Chicago

Cool and very entertaining poetry. What a wonderful way with words. God bless!


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Surabhi Kaura 14 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Thanks, Al for dropping by. God bless!


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manatita44 14 months ago from london

So we have some similar sources. Have you read Love of Country? I believe it's a part of the Lay of The Last Minstrel, although it sometimes stand alone.

Immaculate poem and exquisite, as usual. I'll post one in half an hour. Hugs.


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Surabhi Kaura 14 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Thanks, Manatita.

Walter Scott? Yep.

Looking forward to your next hub. I'm heading to office. Will catch up later. Hugs.


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manatita44 14 months ago from london

Shame on me. It's Walter Scott. Still, my excuse is that I was a kid. I was try to support your comment on Wordsworth. I got it wrong. Love.


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Surabhi Kaura 14 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Haha - no worries.


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swalia 14 months ago

Very beautiful poem! And the language reminded me of the initial days of reading literature when we used to struggle with the language!


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Surabhi Kaura 14 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

A very warm welcome to you, Swalia! Glad to meet another literature lover.


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Ashish Dadgaa 4 months ago from India

I really liked your Poem...it's great.. it made me happy and sad both at a time.


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Surabhi Kaura 4 months ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Hi Ashish, welcome and thank you.

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