PHANTOM LOVE

PHANTOM LOVE To learn how to love, I created you The feeling left me spellbound And there you were my phantom love I desired nothing else but you In the pages of books I read; In work place and in my dreams I prostrated before your feet And stretched my hands to behold you The empty space which graced my hands Brought a cool chill to my spine I looked again to where you stood But you were not there Not even thinking of me I was only a living pity In cloud-cuckoo-land

— t. reflexion, Aug 11, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

Critiques

t. reflexion

17 years 10 months ago

Thank you very much

I actually want to write a very long poem, broken into bits like this. I searched for a theme that would take the stretch, aha! 'Phantom love' came into my head. It will have to be all the dissappointment in relationships I can find anywhere. So I am just starting. Thank you for the reading and comment. Cheers.

Kailashana

17 years 10 months ago

Spine-tingling, through all

Spine-tingling, through all of your senses? Winking in affirmation of A Phantom Love(r). Anna

t. reflexion

17 years 10 months ago

Thank you

It is an attempt to enter into the minds of those who are infatuated. I hope to explore further. Thank you for the reading.

autumnphoenix

17 years 10 months ago

I clap my hands to your

I clap my hands to your muse. I have written of a dream (phantom) love once or twice. It is a limitless subject to work with. Loves imagined can be everything we want them to be. The senses reel with possibility. Nice choice. Dana

t. reflexion

17 years 9 months ago