Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentines Day (Twelve Roses).

For Paula.Red rose


One Rose

for Icarus

who swam to the sun

One rose

for all of us

left undone

One rose

to raise me

in your sight

One rose

to grant me

all of your nightsRed rose

*************single red_rose

One rose

to all who fall

from your grace

One rose

to keep this fool

far from that place

One rose

to the hero

whose tale ends in blood

One rose

to all lovers

who kept warm their loveRed rose


One rose

to the wounded

who lay feathered in blows

One rose

to the rejected

buried deep in your snows

One rose

on the alter

of all living truth

One rose

a chalice

my hearts blood for youRed rose


beautiful longstemmed redrose


Red rose

Red rose

Red rose

If you have a Poem/ Poet, you admire, please introduce them to me.

Red rose  Red rose  Red rose



mel u said...

Deeply moving

Parrish Lantern said...

Thanks Mel,It was one for my wife.

Bellezza said...

The most beautiful love poem
I've read, written by you to the lovely Paula. You made my day this morning, by giving us a glimpse of your love. Happy Valentine's Day Gary and Paula!!

Parrish Lantern said...

Thanks Bellezza & a Happy Valentines Day to You & Yours.

Leeswammes (Judith) said...

Very nice, Gary! And it rhymes, can I just say how much I appreciate that? ;-)

Parrish Lantern said...

thanks Judith, yeah rhymes not necessary, but when it works, it works.

stujallen said...

wonderful choice for valentines day ,all the best stu

Rachel Fenton said...

Happy Valentines - feeling the love!

Lenasledgeblog.com said...

Short, yet powerful. Very beautiful and vivid. Thank you for sharing.

Parrish Lantern said...

Thanks Stu,

Hi Rachel, Spreading it, hopefully.

Hi Lena,Thanks for your comment.

Nancy said...

Oh, what a beautiful poem! It almost sounds like a prayer, a soulful litany, to all kinds of people. I would like to share this poem by Jose Garcia Villa with you, a poem about losing love, which I understand is quite late given that Valentine's Day has passed, but I read this while reading a book of assorted poems this morning and remembered your post.

I can no more hear Love’s
Voice. No more moves
The mouth of her. Birds
No more sing. Words
I speak return lonely.
Flowers I pick turn ghostly.
Fire that I burn glows
Pale. No more blows
The wind. Time tells
No more truth. Bells
Ring no more in me.
I am all alone singly.
Lonely rests my head.
—O my God! I am dead.

Parrish Lantern said...

thanks Nancy, You're the second blogger to recommend, Jose Garcia Villa to me, will search out more.