i miss you
where the intimate flowers dream
inside my unpolished kidney
i miss you
where the tales are long as lashes
and you mother love me incessantly
delivering me your smell
how i miss you
gulping
what no one knows
gulping
silencing the daughter
who still loves
and loves
loves
every ugliness
no matter
what this fate shows
“love every ugliness no matter what this fate shows”. It’s true that love has reasons that Reason doesn’t understand. I also like the fragility of “I miss you”.
Fragile me, close to midnight. Inevitable this fragility : )
You know, it will always be thus. Not the pain, which I still hope will pass. But the missing. Because this is who you are, your heart always open, even if someone else has closed hers. And while I tremble from your pain, it is my most fervent wish that your heart remain ever so. The constancy of your compassion for others illuminates this world, my dear Mari. Never change.
The pain drifts like wind. But you are right, it is the missing that storms. It storms my nights. But with hope comes morning. It graces this acceptance of mine. I thank you for your ever so felt words, touching beyond screens.
A very lovely poem…i can taste its fabric, and i find it moves, serenely touching my spirit….leaving a smile within…very nice Mari, very nice!
A delight to hear from you, Wendell.
Much love and peace to you and your beautiful heart!
Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing. Some really great work that you are continuing to here my friend. May God continue to bless you as you abide and work in His will. Peace be with you.
Peace be always with you as well, always.
with hope comes morning…I have lived that many times
This makes me smile, thank you Michael.
you are welcome. nice to be back seeing your work
Likewise : )
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A very lovely poem…
Thank you, gosh thank you so much for that