Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

one day out of seven, is not sufficient:
the days go on and on chasing each other
and I am without you

I want to gather you in this
secret rousing of winter
and lean into the shadows of night
where your music runs over and
around me

I’m on the edge of a familiar land
with leaping streams of blue and green
I am held there

captive

and from your hips, you give to me
poems and fragrant flowers
and you fill my mouth with spring
and show me oil-colours that run naked
between the lines of you and those
sounds I make

oh, it’s so hard to leave you….

perhaps it was the curve in smile
as you turned around that day

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WOW! Pretty.
and sorry I wasn't there to see it too,
but glad you showed it to me.

Sweet!

hi perdida! your poem has a human grace - a gentle touch that made me smile.

Always enjoyed your dealings in love, Maree, & Dino's right about the grace.

skillful images that give humanity a good name...with all the turmoil that abounds, it's nice to focus a bit on treasures of time well spent.....the killer smile.....and so much more.....nice work maree........

the title drew me to you.

~A

the mingo wrote:Dino's right about the grace.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

love the paradoxically sad-joyfull movement´s possibility in this poem, Perdida! beautiful, gracias for share it!!!!!!!

Thank you all for reading and your kind words.