The Psyche Love Poetry Series: Series 7-8: Tanka 61-80
61. Zhanna P. Rader, 2009-Dec-15:
Two pond damselflies,
in their cartwheel position...
Dreamingly, I recall
our last-summer meeting
at this secluded place.
62. Cecelia Quentin-Webb, 2009-Dec-19:
This act of love,
our lips touching lip to lip
we seem as one . . .
but in the past and future
we were alone and shall be again.
63. Zhanna P. Rader, 2009-Dec-19:
My feet, often cold
even in the heated house
on these winter days.
Your gift, a hot-water bottle,
has warmed my heart.
64. Cecelia Quentin-Webb, 2009-Dec-20:
He untied my robe
and kissed my creamy breasts,
and then . . .
Alas, it was a dream, I awakened
to loneliness again.
65. Zhanna P. Rader, 2009-Dec-20:
Slowly . . . slowly,
his warm hands undress me,
until the last piece
of clothing slips off my skin . . .
I become Plasticine...
66. Cecelia Quentin-Webb, 2009-Dec-21:
Working late —
I walk softly up the stairs
then slip to bed . . .
How cold I am, yet he folds me to him
with such love and utters not a word.
67. Zhanna P. Rader, 2009-Dec-21:
They come to my dreams,
these unknown, romantic men,
one at a time;
their emotional pull's strong,
yet I resist the temptations . . .
68. Cecelia Quentin-Webb, 2009-Dec-22:
Dreaming,
I found myself on a mountain path
hidden in the mists . . .
then, in time’s illusion
I found the man who loved me most.
69. Zhanna P. Rader, 2009-Dec-22:
You are gravely ill...
Tears drain my strength, and yet
I can laugh at jokes,
re-charging my energy
for taking care of you, beloved.
70. Cecelia Quentin-Webb, 2009-Dec-23:
I remember other ages,
child to woman, life and love,
fleet-footed time . . .
But I know in my evening years
all the love I gave lives on.
[In Eros MCCLII (Vivid winter rose -) I described a rose in my front garden. It was still blooming, this morning, but in this heavy snow in England ice had formed on it forcing it to hang its head. This afternoon I cut it and placed it in a vase. I placed it by my bed and I will be its companion until it passes from this world. But its inspiration. like love, lives on. Cecelia]
71. Zhanna P. Rader, 2009-Dec-23:
An unexpected
bouquet of flowers again . . .
for me from you . . .
Why my tears then? I am
the luckiest woman.
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73. Zhanna P. Rader, 2010-04-17:
Life brings us joy
as well as suffering —
and so does love...
Was our happiness together
worth my pain of losing you?
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