Click here to hear the poet read his words:
blue leaves
blue leaves
the colour
of your eyes
so beautiful
so delicate
so natural
are to me
the perfect metaphor
for our love
they are
just like you
not significantly different
yet not at all
like the others
they have
their own unique
scent
a subtly mysterious
fragrance
that
sets them apart
in a mixed bouquet
they stand out
so much that
everything else
is all but
invisible
but they should
not be cut
they should
never be removed
from their
native environment
because then
as I now know
they wither
and die
and the girl
with eyes of blue
leaves
So pleased you used the artwork, yesterday found book with new drawings such a beautiful poem, well done you, abrazos
Your image was inspirational, mon ami, see comments here and on FB.
Happy the poem worked for you.
Beautiful and sad reflection. The play on the final word… The art work is fabulous too.
Thanks, Jenne, glad you enjoyed.
I’ll pass on your comments to Phil.