This is simply beautiful. When I read it I thought of Marvin Bell's poem, "To Dorothy:"
You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry And a mulberry grow by the house. So close, in the personal quiet Of a windy night, it brushes the wall And sweeps away the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true: "Things that are lost are all equal." But it isn't true. If I lost you, The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow. Someone would pull the weed, my flower. The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you, I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
Great expression of heartfelt emotion.
ReplyDeleteLana is a very lucky person....
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Lovely, Charles.
ReplyDeleteFor a poem that deals with death, this is rather uplifting. I like it.
ReplyDeleteLana you're one lucky gal. Lovely poem Charles...actually had me a little misty eyed :)
ReplyDeleteoh man. tears.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the greatest of sentiments can be expressed in the simplest of terms.
ReplyDeleteIt kind of had a pull of bittersweet transiency to it.
Perhaps the smoke emphasised that.
Dying love or undying love, no matter--all beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLife is all about finding the other who inspires poetry. I'm so glad you found each other.
ReplyDeleteWow. That brightened up my day. Not to say what it did for Lana.
ReplyDeletebang on, charles... i'm sure she feels the same way about her fave hubster.... :D
ReplyDeleteQuite touching.
ReplyDeleteYou're too sweet & you're NOT going to die tomorrow, sillyhead! I love you very much, too. I'm just not so adept with words.
ReplyDeleteCool tribute to your lady. And I know Ms. Lana appreciates it, too! D
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteYou are a romantic, Charles. :)
ReplyDeleteCharles,
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Spoken like a warrior poet.
Oh wow, Charles! That's a poem so lovely, it breaks your heart.
ReplyDeleteBittersweet :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, may you live long and prosper.
Nice.
ReplyDeleteGot me to pay attention. If you can get me to pay attention to a poem, then you did some remarkable.
Thanks.
Didn't knoe you were so besotted! Now you'll have to get a Leonard Cohen voice to match the words!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year and will read/write more next year!
you are both very lucky.
ReplyDeleteMark, I was a little tipsy when I wrote this one.
ReplyDeleteMarmite Toasty, she’s certainly a very sweet one.
December/Stacia, thanks.
J.R. thankee.
H. E., glad you liked it.
Moonrat, I take it that means you like it. ;)
Crushed, Life seems pretty transient to me these days.
Jodi, yes, I agree.
Lisa, that’s true. And yes we are lucky.
Pattinase, glad to be of help.
Laughingwolf, she says she feels the same. Yes.
Barbara martin, thanks.
Lana, you’re pretty good with being sweet. Besides, I wasn’t sure the hangover wasn’t going to kill me.
Travis, glad you liked.
Donnetta lee, she does. Thanks.
Sidney, thanks.
Writtenwyrd, I remember my first girlfriend telling me that I didn’t have a romantic bone in my body. Hummm.
Scott, I like that, “Warrior Poet.” Once upon a time I had some poetry published in a mag called “Warrior Poet.”
Spyscribbler, glad you appreciate it.
L. A. Mitchell, thanks.
Erik, thankee.
Georgie B, I appreciate that.
Danny Tagalong, “LOL”
Benjibopper, I think that every day.
Awwwwwwwwwwww
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This is one of the sweetest, most lovely poems I've read in quite a while. Thanks so much for posting it. Quite a ode to your wonderful love!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou too are such a good couple. Your love for eachother and acceptance of eachother totally is always so very evident.
That should read "You TWO".
ReplyDeleteSorry. It's after 1am here! lol
nice.
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeleteAwww Bless!
ReplyDeleteSteve Malley, lol.
ReplyDeleteMichelle, we do get along well.
Crazycath, thank you.
Justin, thanks for visiting.
Eric1313, thankee.
Miladysa, glad you enjoyed.
Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteTears are sweet after reading such a piece. aloha-
This is simply beautiful. When I read it I thought of Marvin Bell's poem, "To Dorothy:"
ReplyDeleteYou are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
Of a windy night, it brushes the wall
And sweeps away the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are lost are all equal."
But it isn't true. If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you,
I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
Cloudia, thanks very much.
ReplyDeleteSteve, thanks. That's a lovely poem to compare mine with. I appreciate the connection. You honor me.
That is beautiful, Charles. Your love shines through.
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