Marble sculpture at The Louvre, Paris
This week's Sunday Scribblings topic is "thief." I could relate a few stories about theft. But I decided on a lighter approach, contrasting with the bleak news currently poisoning our atmosphere.
"Stop, thief!"
With a wink and smile, he stole my heart and ran
off to another continent,
my heart concealed like contraband.
A ransom demand followed;
messages and letters too
and a long-awaited phone call,
promising this love was true.
The "drop" a neutral country
where love could bloom and thrive
I had to get my heart back;
how else could I survive?
A rendezvous on foreign soil
enveloped in his power
My steely resolve slipped more and more
with every passing hour.
I pleaded, "Give my heart back,"
He smiled, "It's mine, you know.
Even if you turn away,
get on that plane and go."
"I'll always live inside your heart,
no matter where you are;
This connection is the purest thing
We'll ever have, by far.
"You knew it from that instant
our eyes met and we smiled.
You knew we'd be together
No matter what life's trials.
"So shall we strike a bargain;
do you want to make a deal?
I'll always keep your heart safe,
my hand on yours a seal."
Time, tide and circumstance
conspired to keep us far apart;
despite that fateful meeting
on the Ides of March.
Now I have my heart back,
but it's never been the same
since that moment, that first look
that night in Bahrain.
Well written! Makes me smile :)
Posted by: JinxTheGypsy | 27 July 2006 at 17:13
I like this. A little whirlwind romance is good for the soul. :)
Posted by: deirdre | 26 July 2006 at 06:29
Very light and airy. I like it very much.
Posted by: Heather | 26 July 2006 at 06:20
I love it!
Posted by: Kay | 25 July 2006 at 20:44
Very VERY nicely done! That was an incredibly beautiful poem. And that is coming from someone that isn't all that much into poetry. I am not sure if it is my stupidity, or the testosterone,(you don't have to answer that lol), but I tend to have problems calling anything that doesn't rhyme poetry. You even took care of THAT problem for me. Thanks for the awesome read.
Posted by: Rob(briliantdonkey) | 25 July 2006 at 08:00
Oh, what a beautiful poem. And I have always loved that Canova sculpture. I first studied it when I was an undergraduate art history major at university, and I remember the first time I saw it in the Louvre. So tender and yet powerful, so full of life. Supposedly Psyche cannot see Eros' wings, I think it's because her eyes are locked on his. Truly a Thief of Hearts, much like yours on that night in Bahrain
Posted by: La Page Française | 24 July 2006 at 18:08
Just beautiful.
I hope you are writing a book.
Posted by: Gemma | 24 July 2006 at 16:46
Great poem. I love your posts.
Posted by: tarakuanyin | 24 July 2006 at 16:08
the most beautiful tale of theft that I have read ;-)
Posted by: bb | 24 July 2006 at 10:53
Love this!
Posted by: Marilyn | 24 July 2006 at 02:58
Thank you, Kim. It's not about the love who was killed; this "thief of hearts" came along six years later.
Posted by: Paris Parfait | 24 July 2006 at 00:02
You have me curious. Is this the love that you wrote of in a previous post that was killed? The poem is really wonderful and haunting. It is true how some we meet live in our hearts forever.
Posted by: Kim G | 23 July 2006 at 23:57
beautiful poem, Tara. that's exactly it, isn't it? some people can change the shape of your heart forever. gorgeous.
Posted by: madeleine | 23 July 2006 at 21:32
Oh...this is part of the reason my peace was stolen.
I love this poem though. Just beautiful.
Posted by: Jayne Marche | 23 July 2006 at 21:30
Wonderful, so poignant. I do like the lightness of it, it works.
Posted by: Verity | 23 July 2006 at 21:06
Ah, the Thief of Hearts!
Wonderful, wonderful poem, Tara
XOX
Posted by: Colette | 23 July 2006 at 20:45
Charming, sweet poem. There's no thief like a thief of your heart, and there's always a small piece that remains locked in the grip of the thief.
Posted by: Rebekah | 23 July 2006 at 18:13
I particularly love the sculpture. I wouldn't mind having my heart stolen if I looked like that ;-) I'm wary of big loves, perhaps because they do bring about those changes. Interesting.
Posted by: Jemima von Schindelberg | 23 July 2006 at 16:30
The last four lines say it all. How can we EVER be the same when real love finally steps in and opens our hearts. We are strengthened beyond reason.
Posted by: AnnieElf | 23 July 2006 at 16:17
What a great poem. The heart thief's are the worst. They sneak up on you. I am glad you triumphed and won your heart back. Love the Lourve!
Posted by: Lisa | 23 July 2006 at 14:59
That poem was a lot of fun. My blogroll fails to light up when you have posted a new post, so I haven't visited in a while. Good to catch up :) (Will check more often now)
Posted by: chiefbiscuit | 23 July 2006 at 12:00
Wonderful. The photo was good too. I appreciate someone who can work with a rhythm in poetry. :O).
As for London, its on the horizon! I am still waiting on a program packet and if I meet the criteria for working there...then I expect to buy a ticket for fall 2007! I think I will make your question a blog post on Monday.
Posted by: GoGo | 23 July 2006 at 09:49
I like it! I'm wondering where my "theif" is right now. Thats one kind of theif it's nice to meet!
Posted by: Kamsin | 23 July 2006 at 09:40
Strong words. Strong love.
Posted by: Britt-Arnhild | 23 July 2006 at 08:46
What a charming poem!
Posted by: patry | 23 July 2006 at 05:48
wow. i like the rhythm and simplicity of this poem. i write some poems like you do.
i'm not (yet) contributing to sunday scribbles but i am a writer.
kj
Posted by: kj | 23 July 2006 at 03:36
What a treat! Your words & an incredible photo from my favorite museum!!
Bravo!
Smooch,
The Tart
; )
Posted by: Cheap Tarts | 23 July 2006 at 03:30
love it !!!
Posted by: ~Kathryn~ | 23 July 2006 at 03:16
It reminded me suddenly of Housman - "when I was one and twenty, I heard a wise man say, give crowns and pounds and guineas, but not your heart away"
I loved it, and the statue photo fits perfectly. Your photo collection is amazing.
Posted by: Catherine | 23 July 2006 at 03:09
How WONDERFUL and ROMANTIC!! I love this. It really made me smile. And I had a similar idea for this prompt. ;)
I remember this sculpture. I looked at it for the longest time, from every angle. I remember it was very dirty from all the hands touching it, trying to feel the curves...
:)
Posted by: amber | 23 July 2006 at 03:03
The world's in need of a touch of light right now - thank you for bringing your own light-hearted touch to this week's topic. Well done, Tara!
Posted by: tinker | 23 July 2006 at 02:44
How wonderful. Glad you're back and hope you are taking care of yourself!! Don't move around too much girly!
Posted by: Rosa | 23 July 2006 at 02:34
Yes...we missed our "top notcher" recently. I wish that I had already written mine prior to this!!! Then again, there is no competing with your prose so, what the heck, I'll give it a go. Very nice....I actually didn't realize it was rhyming until half way through...I was that charmed by the story on it's own.
Posted by: Scott | 23 July 2006 at 02:31
Tara! I loved this poem... so glad you are back !!! YAY !!!
Posted by: diana | 23 July 2006 at 02:18
I loved this - those thief of hearts always hit us..
-Aly
Posted by: Aly | 23 July 2006 at 00:15
A wonderful poem. It flows well and you've used some sublime metaphor and images here - well done.
Posted by: gigergal | 23 July 2006 at 00:14
[sigh & sniff] truly wonderful...piercing and melodic...there's simply nothing better than a happy ending like this :-)
Posted by: susanlavonne | 22 July 2006 at 23:49
Nice. I haven't done my Sunday Scribbling yet but I like your take on the theme. I have always loved that sculpture as well. I have tons of photos of it from my trip to the Louvre.
Posted by: Michelle | 22 July 2006 at 23:39
Wow, you wrote that? Great, job!
I feel like deleting my post now! Haha!
Posted by: Chelle | 22 July 2006 at 21:57
Delightful!
Posted by: kristen | 22 July 2006 at 21:33