what happens when love slips away tiptoes quietly out the door of reality to be written on the pages of memory?
kisses delayed and words unspoken voices unheard but memorized how long until the warm lips cool and the sound of distant voices fade?
so fragrant, so alive, yet so frail is love a crimson rose whose delicate petals unfold from strong branches spread high on fences open wide to the heat of a summer sun withering when rains are too long delayed or frost of autumn claims her glory how strong is love, yet how fragile when neglected
Turner's on about his silk chemise again...!! :)) He's too coy to go Neruda... Yes, this is crushing, like the fragrance spilt of the precious petals so "wasted". I have been meditating that "Did I get it wrong, did I take too long"-idea myself today, based on lyrics from a song on the car radio... How IS it that the dream can sometimes vaporise or harden into clay? As strong and yet as delicate as your subject. Bless you, Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2007
Slip it back on...
Like PN says, love is short, forgetting is forever....
It is sad, "when love slips away"... but then, dearest LaBelle, love is, as you so beautifully described it, a living entity. And as such, it needs to simultaneously nurture and to be nurtured, so it can thrive... both like the flower and like the ground it is planted on.
Marvelous poem!
Love & {{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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beautiful poem, La Belle ...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Like PN says, love is short, forgetting is forever....
There is only love and beauty in a tendered garden. One must never show neglect. Outstanding verses my friend.
How so true if we don't give it tender loving care.
Love Tinka
Marvelous poem!
Love & {{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
peace,
carolyn
Rusty
Excellent poem,Thanks for sharing,
Michael