Poem -
A stray thought.
Lingering love laid bare. Before your altar.
More than my eyes.
More than sweet spring berries.
Whispering wind whisks away.
 Days dawning demands, words turned to stone.
When they would find your ears and sing sweetly of my love.
I collect them and bury them beneath the earth.
Awaiting the green.Â
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Comments
Wouldn't it be lovely if words of love could be buried to regrow so that an old love would be fresh and renewed?
Great poem x
The general your. I am sorry I realize now this may have been perceived as an insult. I meant that words are incredibly powerful, and that it would be wondrous if they had the power to grow into something that could create joy through the physical. As new life in spring grows. Seeing as words though beautiful in their own way are only figments.
I am so sorry if you thought I was referring to your beautiful comment. Â
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Thank you B.M. I think it would be a wonder. If your words could be planted and grown into something beautiful. A gift that your words alone could never be. Â
" YOU, have to " think " about " things " a lot...to get on ! "
But, do not think so much that.... you miss out on the " good stuff " !! YOU, do not want your head to drop off ! Do, you ?
In the " heat of the night " when you are at " Black Rock " following a bad one there is time to consider options...or, not ! You, must know where I am coming from. Here, and now.
Leave nothing to chance. Only, contemplating , what affects you.
Be aware. Take heed of good advice, to lessen the load. Wherever, that may happen. And, it, surely will. A GIVEN, if you ask me.
Why would, that, not be true ? In the " light " of focus, beyond belief.
Deal with, it. In your own way ? Why, don't you ?
Go. For, that. If, you dare. As, seems appropriate. Under circumstances.
To be, clarified ? ? :) :)
Thanks, for, this.
I am sorry my friend. Your words are beyond my comprehension. Please explain. Â
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