This piece is a considerable departure from last week's.
I needed to write something joyous this week, something passionate and beautiful and joyous, so I have written this poem about love, passionate love, purely for the sake of the beauty found within the state. I hope it brings you joy; after all, perhaps we owe our greatest debt to joy:
Your lips brush the curve of my ear
Your soft voice vibrates
on the warm breeze from the south
You are carried
over the water
a glimmer on the arched back
of the spinner dolphin
You heard my call
and arrived with time and space
to lay me down
on the warm sand
beneath the coconut palm
shivering above us
This old tree can hold our fears
so touch me now my love
for I know the ache
of a space once filled with you
Replenish my body with yours
your touch
Read the story upon my skin
Read between the lines upon my face
Write your language upon mine
a page or two
in your book of life
Write upon me
indelible love
language only
listened and learned
between two halves of an hour glass
You fill me
and I fill you
Back
Forth
across time
I needed to write something joyous this week, something passionate and beautiful and joyous, so I have written this poem about love, passionate love, purely for the sake of the beauty found within the state. I hope it brings you joy; after all, perhaps we owe our greatest debt to joy:
Your lips brush the curve of my ear
Your soft voice vibrates
on the warm breeze from the south
You are carried
over the water
a glimmer on the arched back
of the spinner dolphin
You heard my call
and arrived with time and space
to lay me down
on the warm sand
beneath the coconut palm
shivering above us
This old tree can hold our fears
so touch me now my love
for I know the ache
of a space once filled with you
Replenish my body with yours
your touch
Read the story upon my skin
Read between the lines upon my face
Write your language upon mine
a page or two
in your book of life
Write upon me
indelible love
language only
listened and learned
between two halves of an hour glass
You fill me
and I fill you
Back
Forth
across time
We break the rules
We break the glass
We become one
We break the glass
We become one
with the rest
-Gillian Cornwall, August 28, 2012.
-Gillian Cornwall, August 28, 2012.
5 comments:
Wow! That's one for the book for sure. (Don't forget the book :)
Thanks! I won't forget the book for sure. Reminders and prods are always appreciated.
Well dear Michele, thank you!
My interest is piqued. Look forward to seeing you before long my friend.
Love, Gillian
Beautiful, touching, moving. I could see the spinners and feel the hot sand beneath my feet. Thank you for taking me there.
You are welcome Boo! :-) Thanks for reading.
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