When I was a young man,
I ventured to the grain
shaped cave of heavens door.
There the lotus flower
of desire became the grotto
of the white tigers cavern.
Nestled in this hidden pocket,
I found the gift of life,
a sea shell that held a red pearl.
Its priceless treasure house was
the antechamber to a tender trap.
We all are consumed by our minds myth,
however, where the two rivers meet,
where flows a dripping delta, exists
a golden doorway to an everlasting
seat of pleasure, a blessing
from the god’s temple of love.
Ah, the exquisite joy, the elation,
the wonder to roam this golden furrow.
To pleasure in its mystery, ancient,
the inner terrace to existence.
Some of you will know of what
I speak, others will only read,
uncomprehending, oblivious to this
jade gate, this tunnel to tomorrow,
this giver of life, this creator,
this succulent apricot goddess, this
female crucible to the door of creation.
You have but to love and it will be opened.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Hi Donald,
Sounds like a nice place!
I’m glad you liked my high wire act. Thanks for commenting. I’m afraid I’m not a fisherman (or any kind of sportsman!) so the salmon are safe from me. But we do have fishermen around as the Tweed is a popular river. Not sure how they are biting though. Melrose is very definitely in the lowlands, in the Scottish Borders, an hour south of Edinburgh and one and a half north of Newcastle. It’s a very attractive spot, if not quite so dramatic as the highlands. Enjoy your weekend.
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How sensual and shows a deep sense of how much you truly LOVE women! I found myself blushing a bit while reading this!
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Being a woman, I truly appreciated it.
nature copulates
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Older men may venture too. Lovely and sensual with a very free flowing cadence. Perfect!
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jade gate, this tunnel to tomorrow,
this giver of life, this creator,
this succulent apricot goddess,
I ver’ much like the way you structured this list of “thisses.” Strong, insistent repetition of form, pounding at the door of creation.
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Hi Donald,
I wondered how I was seeing comments on your poem that I hadn’t visited yet? As the song says; “love is lovlier the second time around”!
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Derrick
Shazam my friend, you had visited, you and only you were the first to see this erstwhile effort, and comment too. Thanks.
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My word, but this is gorgeous. Quite stunning, actually. I also like the list of ‘this’ that you created and the challenge to discern what you are truly speaking of.
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my my Donald…you see woman the way they should be seen….they are such wonderful beings….and Im so fortunate to be spending thses years with such a beautiful lady…..thanks for sharing this DH
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Very potent weaving of metaphors to what Courbert painted as “the origin of the world.” I love how the poem creates a real sense of terrain covered (as a lover might explore with the woodsmen of his hands the terrain of a woman’s body). Or with the different scenes of your poem, I thought of an epic wanderer, and how the journey to wisdom (through time and experience) in the intimate confines of a relationship, or of one’s own concept of love, are relayed through an itinerary of exotic places.
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I am feeling quite blessed by this line:
>>> female crucible to the door of creation
YES! That would be me!!
Thank you for a fabulous journey!
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this
female crucible to the door of creation.
You have but to love and it will be opened.
Donald, you bring back the sacred mystery.
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A very well crafted poem with explorations that are suggestive and illusive at the same time. “An everlasting seat of pleasure”….. “you have but to love and it will be opened”. I enjoyed the obvious pleasure/joy of your expectations for “finding the gift of life”. Thank you for sharing this poem Donald. =D
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Hello, Donald.
Enjoyed your work. Very romantic and touching.
Konstantin.
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You must save your spam folder after this.
“grain shaped cave of heavens door” is particularly fresh
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