These are the generators of Lady Nyo’s blog. These are four series of ‘her’ poems… You can see her emotional changes in these poems. Which was the ’story’ within the poetry.
This is #1 in the Series.
POEMS OF LADY NYO
These verses are not attached, only in the moon theme for most.
1:
So lonely am I
my soul is like a floating weed
severed at the roots,
drifting aimlessly.
2:
Everyone is asleep.
There is nothing to come between
the moon and my shadow.
3:
From the dream where we made love,
my laughter calls me back
and I search all around me,
my eyes full of tears.
4:
I fell asleep thinking of him
and he came to me.
If I had known it was only a dream
I would never have awakened.
5:
I lean on my elbow
and look at him asleep,
his bosom rising and falling.
It is enough to feed eternity
6:
Clouds sweep the moon.
causing its light to dapple you.
My love! You waver before me
like a ghost under water.
Second in Series:
MORE LADY NYO’S POEMS ….”A Bad Quarrel”
1.
My soul was blossoming
secure in your protective shadow.
I stumbled upon this road we walked
and all was suddenly lost.
The fault perhaps I did not
Tightly grip your hand?
2.
Like a ghost under water
only the moon gives illumination.
Throw a pebble there
and see how fragmented I am.
3.
I can’t look in the mirror
when I wake.
(My eyes swollen with last night’s grief,
my pillow filled like a lake.)
If I could turn back the hands of the clock,
I would give up those moments of life
to restore lost harmony….
But I dare not look this morning.
4.
It is raining outside,
it is raining within.
Do you think I care about that?
What happened
has disrupted
all the essentials of life.
5.
Who opened the window?
Who let the bees in?
They are the life
I am avoiding.
Their legs have honey on them!
Too sweet for my present mind.
6.
Outside is a tender spring.
Inside it might as well be winter.
There is no warmth
generated by memory.
7.
I am told this is a little death
I will have to bear.
Perhaps I don’t want it to end?
Then the thought of living without you,
or the threat of living With you…
would upset my self-pity.
8.
There is nothing from you today.
But then, it was I who moved afar.
I did this from self-hatred,
but found enough to spread around.
9.
When I get to the anger
you will know I am recovering.
Not nicely, there will always be scars
and jagged edges,
tokens of our time together.
Do you feel any of this pain?
No, perhaps not.
10.
My laughter is as hollow
as that stricken tree by the pond.
I have not laughed for a long time.
It strangles in my throat.
11.
This morning I awoke,
and everything was sharp-edged—
my eyes were hardened steel,
my mouth a grim line of dead embers….
but my hands are steady now.
This is #3 in the Series of Lady Nyo’s Poems…
LADY NYO FORGIVES HER HUSBAND…
1.
Stop tickling me!
Yes, I forgive you,
but you take such liberties!
Your hands are not clean from
previous crimes.
Go wash them in the snow of
last year’s falling.
Then I will reconsider your request.
2.
Look! There is a cardinal,
red as blood and as cocky
as a lord.
See his mate?
She is dull, but has her lipstick
on this morning.
3.
Last night I thought of you.
My face still bears the blushes.
You thought it was good health?
No, just reflects the liberty
of dreams.
4.
(My mind is still shattered
And my heart still sore.)
But I put on a fresh face
full of smiles and polite manner.
It would shock our friends if
they knew the turmoil of
my heart.
5.
You came with a mouthful of ‘sorry’
and leave now with other parts eased.
Never mind.
Your coming and going has served a dual purpose.
6.
The spring is so tender.
My heart blooms like the white plums.
Do you think our happiness will last
til apple time?
7.
Off you go,
and don’t look back.
If you turn, you will see serenity.
But behind this mask,
is a well of longing.
8.
Last night
I tied my kimono tightly,
bound it with a red silk rope
like an impassioned lover’s hands
around a wasp waist,
and kneeling upon a cushion,
awaited the rising of the moon
at the open window.
And 4th in series:
The Temptation of Lady Nyo
1.
Yesterday I found a fan with a poem
stuck in my screen.
Today I found another one placed
on my cushion at court.
Do you have a death wish?
Or do you desire the death of me?
You know my husband would kill me.
Would I end my life dishonored?
2.
I see you are as persistent
as the rain in Spring.
Have you no fear?
What is your interest?
Surely I am just another painted face.
3.
I read your poem.
I could do nothing else.
This time it was inked upon
MY fan.
4.
“The wind blows from the north
Chilling my heart.
Only the thought of a touch of your sleeve
Warms me.”
Very nice, but my sleeves are not interested.
5.
“I throw acorns
To the darting carp.
With each nut I say a
Prayer for your health.”
Lovely sentiment, and I
always grateful for prayers.
But do you think of my reputation
and what you risk?
6.
I see no poetry this morning
though I looked for your usual offering.
I knew your interest was as capricious
as a flight of moths.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2008
