Fragments
Raindrops falling
through leaves
whisper
your name.
Gold-rimmed clouds
at sunset
mirror
your smile.
Mountain
brooks' splash
peals with
your silver
laughter.
Shaded forest
breezes bring
your caress
to my cheek.
Soft hills
rimming
the wash
paint
the curve
of your back
and the
gentle swell
of your breast.
My world
is filled
with you,
yet
I am
alone.
posted by Dale Savage @ 7/04/2006 10:43:00 PM
1 comments
1 Comments:
this one is so beautiful also dale. i really love poetry. the words can almost take you to that place of description, whether it's on a cloud, or a sunset, or to the face or body of a person.
years ago, i went to the shakespeare folger library to hear n'tozake shange, who wrote "for colored girls only - when the rainbow isn't enough." i was very young then, and don't remember much. she was a radical militant, they probably called her then. i think later on she was a professor at a college.
anyway, i'd love to go to a poetry reading. one of our starbucks here used to have poetry nite, but it was always on a nite when i couldn't attend. i wonder if they still do it? i think i'll check it out.
sylvia
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