KIDNAPPED, Wedding Night Abduction

**NEED SUBSCRIPTIONS, Rate, Comment, PLEASE ** WORDS & LINKS HERE: From an original poetic entry in his collected verse and prose, entitled, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN, Stanley Pacion recites a poem of love and loss, the night a phantom abducts his bride and forever ruins his chance of finding happiness in life.
http://stanley.pacion.googlepages.com/homepage contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING 31 December 2008.
http://stanleypacion.blogspot.com/search?q=KIDNAPPED%2C+Wedding+Night+Abduction
KIDNAPPED,
Wedding Night Abduction




I dreamed you were pulled
From the bridal bed and out from the house screaming.

You were carried off through the pathless desert.
It was night with little moon;
Darkness hid the cacti,
Making them all the more dangerous to life and limb.
 
The temperature had dropped to freezing in the Sonora.

I could hear you call my name.

I had been cheated at the moment when lifes promise
Happiest, the fulfillment of holy, holy prophecy.

I had been assured children;
One was to be monarch of new Golden Age,
A child to whom future ages might do homage.

I did not hesitate, but marshaled my forces
I frantically shouted with all my might 'Help!'
I was hoping to rescue you,
My beautiful wife, the love, the love of my life.

Still perfumed and boutonnière,
Heady with the day's excitement,
Like some native sorcerer, a shaman
Whose vision had been magically enhanced
Through ritual drink, I could see in the darkness.
I ran headlong, inner light to guide me.

I chased the phantom that possessed you.

Your beauty, the allure of your physical self,
Your large brown eyes and olive complexion,
Your brunet tresses running down to your shoulders,
-- drapery of oh-so-special, awesome pulchritude
The thought of your high intelligence,
Its value to material success in my life,
Your undeniable charm, your grace,
The mercy, at core, inspiration of my poetic ambitions,
Propelled me, you, the dream of you,
It animated my heart and lungs with incredible vigor.

I and my comrades launched search after search,
Soon the whole community joined to assist
For eight days we scoured landscape,
Reaching down the most perilous ravines,
Walking the vast expanse for miles around
In the heat people fell to the ground exhausted.

Old timers said that they had not witness such uproar,
Since the days when war Yaqui stole settler women,
Who never returned, rumor reported, because
Squaws knew better treatment among the lodges and
Tepees than in their own homes from first husbands.

We never found you.

I went to the priests and sought advice;
I prayed to the Savior, but it was no avail.

You were gone; we felt you were no longer with us.
I knew it, yet could not let you go. I pinned.

I learned time had never been a friend.

Because these, because all my efforts proved futile,
I am now a broken man, dead unto myself,
Unfit, and utterly homeless, my life over,
Devastated, no other woman may ever have me.

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[StanleyPacion]

No! Thank you for all your time and effort on my behalf. Your continuing comments inspire me to keep going, and upload all the more. I write and rewrite, pull apart my old, handwritten journals,see how it all reads in type, then edit and rewrite again.

[StanleyPacion]

Such events did occur ever y where in the New World, even in New England. the original inhabitants kidnapped the settler women often enough. I meant the term as a metaphor, or conceit, say one loses one's love to the phantom of drug addiction. The specific, source for this poem, I guess, is THE SEARCHERS (1956) directed by John Ford, starring John Wayne. The poem is an elaborate, extended thought on love lost, and what might be the devastation, which follows.

Please stay in touch

[Nyhee7]

A very sad story, told very well, written very beautifully. Thank you for sharing your creation with us.

[dalialovesharvey]

did this really happen?