Click here to hear the poet read his words:
rose
lightning
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
and
I became fascinated by things
I’d never before given any thought to
like
ivory-skinned blondes
with collarbones like a dove’s wings
so chaste
yet oh so tempting
all because I met you
delightful
delicious
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
delectable
desirable
and indeed
so sweet
by any name
What a sweet and romantic poem. I love the description of her collarbone’s as a dove’s wings. ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks, Bridgette, sometimes the Muse sneaks in a good one!
A delightful poem with which to start the New Year.
All the best, old pip
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.
Cheers, Doug, just fragments of reality embellished with poetic licence!
Don’t you guys have enough things to kill you without this?
Not as many as people fantasise about. 🙂
Oh this beautiful poem and your voice gave me goosebumps Springer
All the best for 2023 have a guid New Year
🥰🥰🎉🎼
Thanks, Frewie, it’s lovely to see you here.
Glad you enjoyed.
Orrabest orratime.
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.
Thanks, Jenne.
I thought the schmaltzy music fitted the poem, but the artwork is a class apart.
What a beautiful poem!
Thank you, Cassa, for all your support and positive comments.
Best wishes and a Guid New Year to you and yours.
Happy 2023 to you and your loved ones. May 2023 bring you new found joy.