heaven swept
hearty love, yet so sweet
and true to the source
eliminating excess
your belly refined
digests a choice harvest
my friend of pure heart
your water words quench a sun roasted canyon
your eyes the way
your mind aflame
fresh wit and easy laughter
you wear the crown of fortitude over your noble brow
gaze at me your vision pierces through me
to the beyond
I gasp for breath and only breathe you
as selfless as air
I take all that you offer
yearn to provide you with tender care
or with my hands to hold
we emerged from the earth
rooted deep below ground
while our thoughts and words collide
rising gliding clouds in the sky
Ashraful Musaddeq
nicely penned composition, beautiful ending
nicely penned composition, beautiful ending
yelena
Wonderfully written, loved 'your water words quench a sun roasted canyon..'.Thanks for sharing, my friend. :)
Wonderfully written, loved 'your water words quench a sun roasted canyon..'.Thanks for sharing, my friend. :)
michael burke
A most beautiful poem, that allows your own inner beauty, to shine through every word.
A most beautiful poem, that allows your own inner beauty, to shine through every word.
Susan Jarvis
Full of passion, beauty and poetic innovation, and I just love 'your water words quench a sun roasted canyon' - a fantastic poem. :)
Full of passion, beauty and poetic innovation, and I just love 'your water words quench a sun roasted canyon' - a fantastic poem. :)
T A Ramesh
Love elevates thoughts gliding as clouds to the sky high!
Love elevates thoughts gliding as clouds to the sky high!
rajagopal
oh great..what a divine love that just overflows like the the River Ganges with the serenity of lake Manasarovar in Mount Himalayas.. i read Elizabeth Barret Browning when i am tired internally...you know onething? see this poem comfort SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to mo as to Mary at thy feet ! And if no precious gums my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing. As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled, He sleeps the faster that he wept before. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i get the same feeling after reading your wonderful poem...its a gem
oh great..what a divine love that just overflows like the the River Ganges with the serenity of lake Manasarovar in Mount Himalayas.. i read Elizabeth Barret Browning when i am tired internally...you know onething? see this poem comfort SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to mo as to Mary at thy feet ! And if no precious gums my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing. As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled, He sleeps the faster that he wept before. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i get the same feeling after reading your wonderful poem...its a gem
Another beautiful piece of poetry my friend with an astounding title.Love this.