Languishing With Siberia

Frozen in past, this land and I lie so bleak
The wilderness of history, yet unable to speak
From the mother’s womb, both born of maternity
My life has been short, not of your eternity
Yet I can compare, for my time now lies in the past
Where age has left us with memories so vast
Cold we are, but neither chooses to be heartless
You carved in beauty, yet my palette seems artless
But as I look upon you I can see my own soul
A swirling cold emptiness with a long forgotten goal

Bitter winds sweep across lacking care and affection
Where both our futures seem devoid of direction
Are the ghosts that haunt us such differing strangers?
For in the end do we both not court our own dangers?
Barren, barren, we would cry in our bitter solitude
Yet does our richness not deserve one single platitude
Loneliness, loneliness, can ever be our only true friend
But I will pass as you continue until the final end
Siberia, Siberia, I would embrace your cold arms
For in both our histories none has grasped our charms


Neither of us blooms, we are the forgotten spiraea
I find myself continuing to languish with Siberia
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Ah my friends, I watch so much from the outside, yet who are we to percieve poetry. You write, I write, are we so different?, I have a love so far from the maddening crowd, let me bestow you, with thoughts, of a longing, of a past love that sees itself with Siberia, the coldness, the emptyness, the heartlessnes and the lonelyness. But it has its own beauty and it certainly has its own ghosts.
Are we not but ghosts of the future, and who will recognise this ghost of one we approved and loved upon.
All I can offer you my friends is poetry, born of emotion, born of freedom but most of all born of passion. Poetry is not about metre, not the correct syllables, not precise in its manner, it is about you!! and your wants and needs, embrace me for I am poet!!. I have been missing, but to many not forgotten, may the peace of poetry be upon you all.

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deeprootlove1
miss u long time dear friend,welcome back,always ur shares here meaningful,thanks for be here againbouquet
Ahyra
Beautiful poem and note. Nice to see you my friend teddybear
steve1223
Nice to see such a great write from you

cheers
LadyMorgana60
Its makes me smile to see you posting again,
emotion,freedom & passion..all mixed together make this a superb poem Rob..
Thank you for sharing and your added note. teddybearpurple heart
windyweatherly
You have so expressed it the way a true poet can my dear friend. I am so feeling how seemingly half dead the place is as your description yet with all the passion and all the love and all the aspirations and all the hopes borne out of your innate self, it can shine and warm up even the bleakest of all bleaks.

And the presentation, style, for lack of so called hjigh standards of writing, which I fought so hard to be heard, doesn't matter. Kdos to you my poet. WE, AS I HAVE MENTIONED SO MANY TIMES ARE ALL POET UNTO OURSELVES.

THE SIMPLEST LINE WE CAN CREATE, IS A TRUE REPRESENTATION OF WHAT WE FEEL, WHAT WE CAN SHARE, WHAT WE CAN LONG FOR, AND THA IS ALL THAT MATTERS...

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

WINDY
jazzy75
Rob...blessed is your verse....I'm so happy to have read another one of your poems....it has been a long time my friend. Excellent...as always.hug
niah9
Deep meaningful poetry Rob as always....I salute you my friend, and welcome back from the cold......Yes...we missed you.....Kathyteddybear yay
windyweatherly
AND IF I MAY ADD...IT IS SO PERFECT IN ANY DIRECTION. CONTENT, PRESENTATION AND STYLE. LOVE IT MY DEAR POET FRFIEND.

THANK YOU SON MUCH FOR YOUR SINCERE WELL WISHES. WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE THE EUPHORIC AND EXUBERANCE WE FEEL EVERY SECOND. SO INSANELY BEAUTIFUL.

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF OUR HEARTS.

JOHN AND FILOMENA
paloma66
Dear,dear Rob its so good to see you back and with an excellent poem with great depth.Missed you and your poems,but you were remembered by scher and myself often.purple heart hug hug
trurorob
Thank you Khaled my friend, nice to see you as well.
Rob
orientalkoru
"Poetry is not about metre, not the correct syllables, not precise in its manner, it is about you!! and your wants and needs, embrace me for I am poet!" teddybear hug -Kathy -
trurorob
Thank you Elena, glad you enjoyed
Rob
trurorob
Cheers Steve.
Rob
trurorob
Thanks LadyM, kind words
Rob
cafetwo2010
It's about time you decended from the great poet mountain in the sky. We were considering police action..We have ways of making you write..professor
Oh..the poem. Masterpiece of being you.thumbs up
ActusReus
"Cold we are, but neither chooses to be heartless
You carved in beauty, yet my palette seems artless"

Loved these two lines. thumbs up
Odette67
Cold we are, but neither chooses to be heartless
You carved in beauty, yet my palette seems artless
But as I look upon you I can see my own soul
A swirling cold emptiness with a long forgotten goal

Excellent poetry Rob. hug purple heart
trurorob
Thank you Windy, personal choice to me is important, what some dislike, others adore, its all subjective as poetry should be.
Rob
trurorob
Thanks jazzy, a true friend
Rob
trurorob
Thank you Kathy
Rob
Redex
Hi Rob you have come into the warm for awhile. Loved your poem, style a bit different, I liked your thinking on poetry, some great works I love but some on here are to me excellant. The writing one can feel if it comes from passion, some its dead if followed only by so called guidelines.
Hope you are well, I send a warm blanket, sometime the cold is best accepted it has its own peace.teddybear
morgen90210
Masterpiece work ! Such flow with description ,it grows like a note in C Minor!
What do I know about music ,here you are Rob a poet composer ! wave
trurorob
Thank you Philomena and John
Rob
trurorob
Thank you Paloma, hope you ans Sher are enjoying life.
Rob
Poetnumber1
This is a brilliant,such a smooth and yet excellent use of phrases and the footnote,time and time again i have oftenbelieved those words that poetry is you,your heart and not about being an intellect or a trained novest,thank you for this piece Robwow wine
trurorob
Thank you Orientalkoru, glad you enjoyed
Rob
trurorob
Thanks Jim, glad you enjoyed
Rob
Earlgreytea
[Siberia, Siberia, I would embrace your cold arms
For in both our histories none has grasped our charms


Neither of us blooms, we are the forgotten spiraea
I find myself continuing to languish with Siberia]

wow!!! what gripping phraseology! your note at the end was sooo heartfelt, thanks for letting us take a peak into your vast soul once again... wine
trurorob
Cheers Actusreus, glad you liked
Rob
Ondos
Beautiful poetry
trurorob
Thank you Odette
Rob
andrew149
Hey Rob ....Noticed how empty the playground is recently?...wanna come out to play for a while....maybe the musketeers may even fancy a ride?....lol....Andrew...cool
trurorob
Thanks redex, glad you liked
Rob
trurorob
Thanks Morgen
Rob
trurorob
Cheers MM, hope your Mum is improving in her health.
Rob
trurorob
Thanks Bee, hope you and Rob are happy.
Rob
trurorob
Thanks Earl
Rob
trurorob
Cheers John
Rob
trurorob
Cheers Andrew, one day the Musketeers may return.
Rob
candykid
This Siberian synopsis is just outstanding. I love that part of the world too, and your about this poem comments are awesome as well.
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