in the bright honesty
of the forest clearing
and the dappled dark trail
give me your hand
in the questioning gaze
of the crowded cafe
and rose-windowed cathedral
your smile
to the unnamed color
of the rolling wave crest
and sunlight in canyons
take my heart
and beyond and beyond
all of me
- ralph murre
3 comments:
Bravo! You are really on a role with these last three poems! They are really satisfying. I thought about writing a poem the other day, but decided "why bother." I can just read yours and avoid all the frustration that my efforts would cause me. Not to mention the paper, pencil and time. Yes, I decided, I am much better at reading.
A wise man, 20-20. With many of us silence would be a vastly better poem. With Ralph it wouldn't.
I can't believe I spelt "roll" incorrectly. "Spelt" is a word people use if they are English. I am not English, but I speak English (sort of), so why not write English (sort of).
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