a poem, like anything… but what it is, in the water of morning
a poem, arched. like the neck of a swan
polishing the water of morning with another
swan. in the same silent dance. of love.
a poem, round. like his mouth on my “oh”
soaked in the water of morning. in the same
wordless chant. of love.
a poem, silly. like having too much
to say in the morning, while the water
is rippled only by the unsaid. of love.
a poem, therefore, like being parched
in the vicinity of water. simply because
morning does not write it like what it is -
a poem, sated. of love.
© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®
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Very deep love poem!
peace and light.
FAKHRE
The opening line of this poem invites the reader to lean into the rest of it.
"a poem, arched in the same silent dance of love,
a poem, round in the same wordless chant of love,
a poem, silly while the water is rippled only by the unsaid of love,
a poem, simply because morning does not write it like it is -
a poem, sated of love."
A truly astonishing love poem!
Beijinhos,
Joseph
Amor
Régis
Eileen
God, this is gorgeous. Simply gorgeous! I could get lost in your words and illustration: and I have. Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love and many opalescent {{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}},
Leland
Thanks,
Dan
A tender whisper to make a delicate riple in those morning waters.
Like a love letter I wished once to receive.
Tranquil and brillant.
Georg
Reindeer
fee
I love your metaphors. You are truely blessed.