Journey, stumbling lost backtracking
Underground questor lost her glasses.
Love obsessive-compulsive-freak,
Ice in mountains, snow
Evening blue and longing,
Time's gate, the Past I seek.
Wife, my first identity,
Ashes
Load this jury rig, while
Dreams are mostly found in trees,
Respect, Aretha, we all need some,
Old and on the phone to children,
Northern sirens call out to me.
That was a breathless journey -- I wonder how many could claim that the beginning of their journey was like stumbling lost backtracking... I know I could but I might add some other adjectives too.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Love and best wishes,
Regis
what I expected from your loaded pen. Excellent. -gene.
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Excellent response and among your finest work, both elegant and revealing.
John
In Christs Love
Michelle~