The Soft Reply
by Jeff Mason — Read all 207 poems by Jeff Mason
Inspired by Al Swanson's "The Soft Remark."
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Speak to me in quaint
riddles, if you dare;
Drown me in sweet rain-
scented locks of hair.
Let me be the pil-
low you dream upon;
As you, great willow --
yawn... to greet the dawn.
Against the sunrise,
your soft tendrils shield.
Your silent beauty,
like a sword, you wield.
I taste your breath in
ev'ry passing breeze.
Your countenance runs
deeper than the seas.
Amid bold colors,
you pretend to sleep;
While, in the darkness...
secretly -- you weep.
Copyright © 2004 Jeff Mason
Reindeer
Love Tinka
Exquisite!
*Linda*
The close lines are golden:
"While, in the darkness...
secretly -- you weep."
I Salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU