Artwork by Phil Burns
Click here to hear the poet read his words:
I remember your lips
full and warm
always ready to curl into a smile
and eager to move into a kiss
I remember your eyes
dark and deep and shining
like the night sky filled with lights from other galaxies
through which you shared your soul
ancient and wise
in so many strange and wonderful ways
I remember your limbs
long slender shapely
and your curves
so feminine so enticing so enchanting
I remember your art
that made melodies dance in the air
and your music
which painted magical images
of things past and still to come
and your written words
which I alone was privileged to see
and which touch me still
but apart from these few
Beautiful, just beautiful.
And a reading to match.
Beautifully written and wow, that last stanza hits hard. Almost like you know this person, but still haven’t scratched the surface to know them truly. From the way this poem was going, I wasn’t expecting it to end that way initially. It feels poignant that way, living through memories until that realization hits you.
Beautiful images and very touching.
Thanks, Lindsey, you are fast becoming my favourite visitor.
If only you could bring scones…
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