If one moment only is allotted To us this biting autumn morning I will cradle your wondrous leathery hand And lead you past a wall of shattered Glass and havocked recollection. Past This wall and through a rolling field Where bronze stalks and sleeping crickets Hear us travel. I will sit with you in a warm Rug of grass and close your graying eyes And write for you a song of two blades - One to bring you near and one To keep you there.
"One to bring you near and one
To keep you there."
I like the places you took me in your thoughts in the poem. A blade of grass can mean many things. Good vision create by your description. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry. I hope to read more.
Coyote
I love the first two lines of this poem. I can picture a freezing cold dry crisp November morning. The use of the word allotted is very clever... It grabbed my attention right away. Beautifully written. It seems to be a very personal poem.
"One to bring you near and one
To keep you there."
I like the places you took me in your thoughts in the poem. A blade of grass can mean many things. Good vision create by your description. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry. I hope to read more.
Coyote
Extremely beautiful and so very nice. Your words are finely crafted so that we, the readers, can draw our own conclusions. This is poetry extrodinaire. Nicely done.
enough mystery and haze to entice a reader to figure your illustration and appreciate the nuanses of the descriptions...I do agree you need to be read ..Laury
Why oh why haven't a billion readers left you reviews! I truly see the painting of words you've created and displayed start to finish! Your phrasing is very fine as if spot lighting small tableaux of your world. Read your poem five times to find my favourite phrase, there are so many to choose from. However, i perhaps the following: ' .. lead you past a wall of shattered Glass and havocked recollection.. '