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.
 

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11 Comments

  1. Diana Trautwein on October 17, 2012 at 2:09 pm

    So…that small ebook you spoke of? How’s it goin’? Sign me up whenever it appears, please.

  2. Sarah Bessey (@sarahbessey) on October 17, 2012 at 3:20 pm

    Stunning, these poems need to be in a linen hardcover book, not in an ebook.

    • Diana Trautwein on October 17, 2012 at 3:57 pm

      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. :>)

    • thebeautifuldue on October 18, 2012 at 2:47 am

      Linen hardcover? Ah, music to my ears…thanks, Sarah!

  3. Alece Ronzino (@gritandglory) on October 17, 2012 at 3:24 pm

    “those pardoned to risk one more time…”

    this is so so beautiful….

  4. LjDowns on October 17, 2012 at 7:16 pm

    I agree, an e-reader will not do. Especially for those of us who don’t do e-readers 🙂 Nothing beats linen!

    • thebeautifuldue on October 18, 2012 at 2:48 am

      Leah, thank you…and yes, linen is hard to beat.

  5. Katy McKenna on October 21, 2012 at 9:32 pm

    I thought of you today as I penned this poem. Linen, indeed.
    ———————–
    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.

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