Yearning for tenderness.
The one lost —It's so long -so long
Since..
The light delves deep in the watery
Unconsciousness of an unnatural essence,
Just to find nothing.
Longing for what went missing at some point
Somewhere, in the long journey, is a beguiling
Dead end.
Come what may,
Pushed from pillar to post —Worn by
The wrinkles on the forehead
Without destination,
Loneliness
Regrets what's gone lost,
Keeping its scent forever.
(Florence,2014)
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'Tenderness' is such a poignant poem that touches the core of your heart. Deep down within you you can feel the emptiness, sadness, loneliness, haunting you like a fragrance etched in your soul.. .Excellent poem.....10
Tearing the soul and yet, beautiful scent of a past feeling....
Beautiful.the the longing for tenderness is so long... I can relate to that. Thanks for sharing
I am enamored by the simplicity of expression which turns out to be universal in its appeal. My sincere thanks to you, dear poet, for sharing this poem. It goes into MyPoemList. (No denying that it took me a couple of readings before I was immersed in its stream of solemnity)
Dear Rajnish Manga, thank you so much for visiting and commenting in such a generous way. Blessings
TENDERNESS runs through this poem in several different ways, because the word itself has multiple meanings and applications. This is not a poem that makes the reader tender in the sense of shutting down his/her thinking and evaluating, and just surrendering to the passion of the moment. No, this poem addresses a very painful prospect. namely, what do we do when our emotions have no proper object? In Bergman's PERSONA a bereft husband asks his estranged wife, What shall I do with with my tenderness? He might have added., Before it turns into a negative emotion. Fabrizio's dramatizes the crisis in a story of quiet desperation. I suspect this person will continue to seek an elusive outside reason and/or solution. That is, until the Inner Self takes charge and transfirms itself, rather than this endless, bleak waiting/