Songs for Ruby.

Home.
It is where all essence breathes,
It is where my veins throb hard against
My skin.
It is where my lungs learn new things.
I have brought what all of me is,
Folded and creased in my wet humanity,
I am never more myself than when I
Lay atop the empty page.
So, these markings are for you.
I hope you take them.
If they burn or rust.
It is all the love that I feel,
And all the passion my raspy bones gather.
Alas beloved, you are that rosebudded star that stains my sky.
You are Home.

Upon the marble throats of dead poets, i bleed.
for your eyes only.

- JSL.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Alas beloved, you are that rosebudded star that stains my sky.
You are Home.

Upon the marble throats of dead poets, i bleed.
for your eyes only. "

This was sooo good. Thank you for sharing ...:)........................

[Michelle N. H.]

Joshua Lean! How happy I am to have stumbled upon your splendid works of magnificence. This poem truly is a delightful declaration of love.. Thank you for sharing pieces of you.

[Joshua Lean]

I'm glad you stumbled upon my works. Thank you for reading. May love and peace rock you gently.

[Michelle N. H.]

That's lovely, likewise :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes the only time we show the real "us"---is when we write...and sometimes we can't say the words well enough...but in poetry we can show our love...that is strength in written words.

nice piece.

[Joshua Lean]

Ah. Thank you for your words. Much appreciated.

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Beautiful image in the first stanza, of you laying your soul bare upon paper...this is an exquisite piece.

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~ oh...you are quite the quintessential poet...with a magical poetic voice...and a treasure of miraculous poetic expressions...may you write on... forever... :)