art work by carolina sartor

Click here to hear the poet read his words:


when it strikes
usually comes from a dark storm-wracked sky

when it hit me
it came out of the blue
of a Mediterranean morning
in springtime

that’s when my life changed abruptly
I became fascinated by things
I’d never before given any thought to
ivory-skinned blondes
with collarbones like a dove’s wings
so chaste
yet oh so tempting

all because I met you
and unattainable
so far out of my reach
that you might as well be
on another planet
instead of just another country

and I understand at last
the meaning of the poet’s words
‘That which we call a rose…’

because nothing matters
except your being
because you are
and indeed
so sweet
by any name

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14 Responses to rose

  1. Bridgette says:

    What a sweet and romantic poem. I love the description of her collarbone’s as a dove’s wings. ❤️❤️❤️


  2. A delightful poem with which to start the New Year.


  3. Top shelf, CE. ‘ivory-skinned blondes with collarbones like a dove’s wings’. Superb.
    PS – So-called dry lightning is a common phenomenon in Aus and an ever-present source of triggering bushfires.


  4. Rosemary Lynch says:

    Oh this beautiful poem and your voice gave me goosebumps Springer

    All the best for 2023 have a guid New Year


  5. jenne49 says:

    Beautiful, with a touch as delicate as light dancing on that Mediterranean Sea.
    And what magical artwork.
    The musical lead-in and fade-out works really well too.


  6. Cassa Bassa says:

    What a beautiful poem!


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