Valentine's day mustn't pass without some love poetry.....
Some lines from Rumi ~
SPOKEN THINGS
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~
WHEN I MET MY MUSE
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~
IN THE EARLY MORNING
slide down slowly
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
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
Existence…
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?
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
Existence…
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?
8 comments:
Love the poems. REALLY love YOUR poem!!!!
Happy belated V-Day!
And happy Valentines to you, too, Pammy!
I like ALL of these, but like Pam... I especially like yours.
Fabulous poems, some of my favorites. I miss Jon. Does he have a blog?
Your poem was amazing, the best. Keep writing!!!!
I liked your poem as well. Was it ever given to its subject?
Ohhhhhhhhh ... I loved these! Thank you for posting yours and Jon's! Good question, Marion. I miss him too.
Wonderful!
No ideas on Jon. Sigh.
Debby -
I never gave it to him. Chicken.
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