Love and I… face to face at last… remembering the dark of our fall…recalling the presence of our winter…when the threads of my pulse ran cold. Do you remember love, when the fire turned to ashes and we sought the forever spring in us… for we feared this space between life and death without the encounter of human touch. Come to me love, like a jealous river… eager to be a part of a frenzied sea. Love…find comfort in knowing …you and I will always be.
Exquisitely expressed how love emanates from the individual and not as a result of the pairing of two. That kind of love can only happen out of love for oneself, first.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Ron
well done!!
may 2017 be the best yet for you and your family
Michael D.