Love Poem No.3
I sleep beside you in this
creased and feeble night
our feet touching, yours on
mine as teaspoons stacked in
a drawer. This is a sign to rival Bethlehem’s star, a
gleam unnoticed by all but the lowly, those pardoned
to rise one more time and walk in newness of love.
a drawer. This is a sign to rival Bethlehem’s star, a
gleam unnoticed by all but the lowly, those pardoned
to rise one more time and walk in newness of love.
So…that small ebook you spoke of? How’s it goin’? Sign me up whenever it appears, please.
Will do, Diana.
Stunning, these poems need to be in a linen hardcover book, not in an ebook.
I absolutely agree with Sarah – but I’ll take an ebook if that’s the only way I can actually have them in my hands. :>)
Linen hardcover? Ah, music to my ears…thanks, Sarah!
“those pardoned to risk one more time…”
this is so so beautiful….
Thank you, Alece…
I agree, an e-reader will not do. Especially for those of us who don’t do e-readers 🙂 Nothing beats linen!
Leah, thank you…and yes, linen is hard to beat.
I thought of you today as I penned this poem. Linen, indeed.
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I will not read e-books of poems
Absent post-mortem trees and ink
When classics all are free of charge
(If I want their import so to shrink.)
Please give me paper, linen bound
For poetry should have at least
A scent, a sight, texture, and sound
And a leaf between its pages creased.
Thank you, Katy…yes indeed.