tenderness
it was enough
for the sun
to touch a cloud
with a sudden
blush
rose pink
as the throat
of an abalone shell
enough
to set
a drift of geese
tracing lazy fingertips
across an orange sky
pulling my heart
awake
enough tenderness
to make
time
drop its walking stick
and kneel
beside me
for the sun
to touch a cloud
with a sudden
blush
rose pink
as the throat
of an abalone shell
enough
to set
a drift of geese
tracing lazy fingertips
across an orange sky
pulling my heart
awake
enough tenderness
to make
time
drop its walking stick
and kneel
beside me
posted by Yes at 12:40 AM
7 Comments:
Full of tenderness, my dear bird...
"enough
tenderness
to make
time drop
its walking stick
and kneel
beside me"
-- very lovely thought :)
Nice one..you know the value of each aspect of character, my dear
love,
devika
Ah, Devika--your comment makes me happy!
Although I'm not sure what "aspects of character" you are thinking of? But I would like to know, if you want to tell...
Aspects...my naughty bird, see all the poetry here and those commented at mine by you....you will understand :)
let me ask you, what's a woman made of?? not anyway rock, water and air :))
that's enough for now :))
love,
devika
seen the mail..will reply in the day:)
I saw your name on Devika's and I liked it, so well I had to visit. This is so very beautiful, your words create such a loving impression. I like that :)
It's never enough to read your words...I always want more. Your poetry blows my little pea brain away. Thanks!!
Pat--I take that as a great compliment, and I am humbled, thank you.
But please spare the brain, we would miss it too much!
Lorraine--such a beautiful comment! I am so happy you came here, it is a pleasure to meet you!
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