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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's Day....

Valentine's day mustn't pass without some love poetry.....

Some lines from Rumi ~


This is how it is to come near you.

A wave of light builds in the black pupil

of the eye. The old become young.

Inside every human chest there is a hand,

but it has nothing to write with.

Love moves further in, where language

turns to fresh cream on the tongue.

Now silence.

Let soul speak inside spoken things.

From William Stafford~


I glanced at her and took

my glasses off—they were still singing.

They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table

and then ceased.

Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent.

I felt the ceiling arch, and knew

that nails up there took a new grip on whatever they touched.

"I am your own way of looking at things," she said.

"When you allow me to live with you,

every glance at the world around you

will be a sort of salvation."

And I took her hand.

From the near-genius, Jon Meredith~


slide down slowly

upon this early morning heart,

my anytime valentine,

and wrap me in sleepy limbs

until we rise,

covered in dew

engulf me

in the ocean of your eyes

and the salty tides

that have washed me back

to your shore,

a creature cleansed by tears

with your lingering fingertips

trace the outline of my thoughts,

where you have always

floated, ghostly,

and grasp the firmness

of a memory never fading

with a tongue

not awake enough for words

taste the gentle satisfaction

of this sweet return,

lain upon the plate

of our summered thanksgiving

whisper through me

the breeze of your presence

and i will catch,

in your butterfly nets,

the powdery wings

of flighted possibility

My Own ~


What I wouldn’t give to
Take your compassion and stroke it
Into soulful passion --
Your steadfast spirit and
Merge it with the lonely,
Making quenching fire.

Cooling you when flames bear embers
To ash and crumble, listening
For the meaning of your voice.
Me, a vagabond with no
Boundaries and naught to risk.

I’d risk it all for you.

I channel my bright intensity into
Witty repartee and scarcely hope
That in your amused notice
In your careful and orderly

There is room for one who
Will strip away your caution
And scatter it to the wind
Forcing you to face your dilemma…

Friend or lover?


Pam said...

Love the poems. REALLY love YOUR poem!!!!

Happy belated V-Day!

quid said...

And happy Valentines to you, too, Pammy!

Kelly said...

I like ALL of these, but like Pam... I especially like yours.

MarionL said...

Fabulous poems, some of my favorites. I miss Jon. Does he have a blog?

Your poem was amazing, the best. Keep writing!!!!

Debby said...

I liked your poem as well. Was it ever given to its subject?

Donna said...

Ohhhhhhhhh ... I loved these! Thank you for posting yours and Jon's! Good question, Marion. I miss him too.


quid said...

No ideas on Jon. Sigh.

quid said...

Debby -

I never gave it to him. Chicken.