When i think of love i realize all other things around me and where it falls into place.
The world around me spins,
with an ongoing silent madness.
The sand feels as if it were sent,
from the heavens to warm our feet.
The water crashes against the coast,
with the gentle beat of two hearts.
The trees of red and orange sing out,
with the sweet melody of romance.
The stars in wild amazement glimmer,
with the excitement of new discoveries.
The grass ready for slumber caresses,
with the hands of children, our bodies.
The eyes of a newly found woman gazes,
with the look of everlasting passion.
The mind of an exceptionally caring man remembers,
with sentimental clarity and knowledge.
The Love of two torn apart by distance cries,
with tears only loves first kiss could dry.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Ron
Fee
Very passionate in verse and emotion. I also love your visuals. Poetry is always exceptional when the imagery is so. Blessings Always, Paul.