For Paula.
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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 nights
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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 love
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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 you
(G.Moon)
pomes ALL SIZES
If you have a Poem/ Poet, you admire, please introduce them to me.
Deeply moving
ReplyDeleteThanks Mel,It was one for my wife.
ReplyDeleteThe most beautiful love poem
ReplyDeleteI'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!!
Thanks Bellezza & a Happy Valentines Day to You & Yours.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Gary! And it rhymes, can I just say how much I appreciate that? ;-)
ReplyDeletethanks Judith, yeah rhymes not necessary, but when it works, it works.
ReplyDeletewonderful choice for valentines day ,all the best stu
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentines - feeling the love!
ReplyDeleteShort, yet powerful. Very beautiful and vivid. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Stu,
ReplyDeleteHi Rachel, Spreading it, hopefully.
Hi Lena,Thanks for your comment.
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
thanks Nancy, You're the second blogger to recommend, Jose Garcia Villa to me, will search out more.
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