Inspired by recent dialogues, readings, here in AD and elsewhere, and daily episodes in which, from shared sentiments of weariness, sometimes disenchantment, and even depression, because of hearts heavy with darkened visions – shared hopes and renewed purposes arise, nonetheless, bright, all-forgiving and pure, because of love.
- A tribute to those who dare dreaming afresh and loving further, with the innocence of a white and pink day.
a white and pink day with the absurd sweetness utterly right - of acid greens and other hues stirring far from ripe - all, and the lips and the smile smoothly flying across the skyscape of innocence –
that prodigious attainableness of eyes gone to dream with corrupt, corroded visions pressing them down to the very ground of soul –
and yet, blinking forth and up from such foundation - dreams cocooned, metamorphosed, then airborne –
reborn into their essence and that of breathing like the first blush of an absolution, simply delivered –
A very unique and moving piece...I enjoyed the read...
Wishing you well..
Sam
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2007
Because of Love the flowers bloom,
Because of Love the birds do sing,
Because of Love the sunrise comes,
Because of Love butterflies take wing.
~Joseph
"Love is ... losing one's breath
only to find it, once again,
in the kiss of your beloved."
~Joseph
This is another poem that dances like a warm breeze across the waters of the soul.
finely sculptured imagery and ambiance vividly deliver the message of this outstanding poem ... love is the force transforming "the corroded visions" of the soul ...
Essence of spring, wrapped in exquisitely soft and delicate prose. I thoroughly enjoyed this premonition of things to come here in still cold Virginia. But even with a couple of inches of new snow the birds were singing this morning. I think they know something ...
Love and late winter{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}},
Leland
"reborn into their essence
and that of breathing like the first blush
of an absolution, simply delivered –
because of love.
If you had looked outside my bedroom window this morning, the pink and while of fresh cherry blossom is all you would see waving in the wind afresh and revived from yesterday's Spring. You've captured my morning moment Alexandra...I'll carry it into my day and borrow a little yellow from the forsythia and the Irish Emerald.
Love,
Taylor
T H I S is delicate; beautiful; inspiring. I absorb the serenity of your poetry into my soul and breath...hope. Thank you, you've penned one straight into my heart (and library). Well done!
(((HUGS))) and grateful appreciation, love, Karla.
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Wishing you well..
Sam
Because of Love the birds do sing,
Because of Love the sunrise comes,
Because of Love butterflies take wing.
~Joseph
"Love is ... losing one's breath
only to find it, once again,
in the kiss of your beloved."
~Joseph
This is another poem that dances like a warm breeze across the waters of the soul.
Joyfully inhaling your fragrant verse,
Teu Joseph
this tears my heart.......but in a good way......
sigh
Beautiful beautiful affirmation..........
loved this
pax A
ps
Is that a plum tree? I have one in my front garden, my daughter climbs it every spring and I take her picture in it. We love that tree.
Amor
Love and late winter{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}},
Leland
and that of breathing like the first blush
of an absolution, simply delivered –
because of love.
If you had looked outside my bedroom window this morning, the pink and while of fresh cherry blossom is all you would see waving in the wind afresh and revived from yesterday's Spring. You've captured my morning moment Alexandra...I'll carry it into my day and borrow a little yellow from the forsythia and the Irish Emerald.
Love,
Taylor
And what a lovely tribute it is!
Fee
T H I S is delicate; beautiful; inspiring. I absorb the serenity of your poetry into my soul and breath...hope. Thank you, you've penned one straight into my heart (and library). Well done!
(((HUGS))) and grateful appreciation, love, Karla.