Casanova...sort of.
This glowing orb,
this speckled beacon
of a late spring night,
hiding behind fresh greenery
rises gracefully,
imperceptibly,
inching closer
to the apex of the universe-
like a pickpocket who
moves with oiled gears
towards a destination–
the usual pocket of gleaming coins.
–
Or like Casanova,
lighting up the room
with Venetian charm,
throat and wrists
tarnished golden lace,
a tall gondola gliding
over midnight waters seeking a woman.
A smooth, well-acted routine
but nonetheless–
Enchanting, predictable,
Great expectations never ending.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2010
from “White Cranes of Heaven”, published at Lulu.com
Tags: "Full Moon Rising", "White Cranes of Heaven", Casanova, full moon, poetry, Spring
Lady Nyo's Weblog 
April 16, 2011 at 6:43 pm
Beautiful as well as enchanting, once again, you have struck a chord in my romantic heart, Lady Nyo.
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April 16, 2011 at 6:50 pm
Thank you, Ledia!
And thank you for reading and leaving a comment. Did you know there are folks who don’t know who Casanova was??? Amazing!
Lady Nyo
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April 16, 2011 at 7:15 pm
Ah, how can anyone who loves romance not know who Casanova was? Poor, deprived people. LOL!
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April 16, 2011 at 7:30 pm
Ledia, it might have been a cultural difference, or an age difference….who knows? But Casanova is such a bright light in European history. The founder of the French lottery, a libretto contributor for Mozart music, and then there was all that sex.
LOL! Quite the fellow. I’ve got the second volume: Paris and Prison. I got it off the shelf, and yes, it’s a bit pedantic but you get a glimpse of the cultural issues at that time.
Lady Nyo
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April 16, 2011 at 10:13 pm
Now, see, I just learned a whole lot more about the man just by reading your blog. He was a busy boy, wasn’t he! I actually did watch the recent movie about him, but I think it was one of those times when I was doing something else too. I am very bad about multi-tasking while watching a movie, especially. Something in the movie has to really draw my attention to get it completely. Must be part of my adult add syndrome. LOL!
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April 17, 2011 at 1:29 am
He was more than a busy boy….he made and lost fortunes many times over. He wrote his biography when he was a toothless, impotent old man somewhere in a castle in Bavaria I believe.
His memory was remarkable, especially for the women (and he named most of them…including the nuns) and also for the complicated politics of the time.
Lady Nyo
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April 21, 2011 at 11:29 pm
Again, excellent work. Particularly love the first stanza.
Haven’t been writing much poetry, as it’s emotional work for me, and I think I’m tapped out (as far as wanting to write about that stuff is concerned), for now.
Will try to pop in more often. Good to read you, my friend. =)
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April 22, 2011 at 2:27 am
Hey Steve, yeah I know. Poetry is deeply emotional work. There is no way around it. I thought at one time that short verse, just small poems, would be easier, but it’s actually harder. Go figure.
Well, L. Hearn gives a good answer about that~ LOL! At least, it resonated with me.
I think we all need a rest, from writing poetry, fiction, etc. I think we need to recharge the batteries. I get these bursts of ‘inspiration’ and usually 70 percent of it is redundant garbage. That’s the way it seems to go. I think we need to come back with a clean palate, with a more relaxed mind, perhaps that would be helpful.
Good to hear from you my friend.
Jane
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