Could my calm coax you
To surrender to that sniffling cold
Leave all undone
Gather and harvest all
Thoughts and desires
Step away form the trouble
Of time and too much
And lay you head lightly
Against my soft shoulder
As you smoke your stick
Puffing on the perfume
Of Me...
Could my calm coax you
Stroll through the carpet
Of cinnamon, crimson, crispy leaves
Letting your worries out
On a kite string, long
To feel the breeze
Of my Long Island love
Flutter about your tired
Too overworked hands
Giving you the simplicity
Of knowing you have calmed me
WOW! I don't know what to admire more - the poetic language in this poem which just soars in the freedom of figurative speech and completely liberates us from the ordinary uses of languages. we are in Eden and Adam has just invented the names of things and Eve is delighted with the very first compliments man gives to woman! That's how fresh your language is. Or do I praise your wise words about love, living together with such TLC binding the two of you. Oh, Excelsior! Both aspects of this poem excel and take us to a special place we want to last.
Cloud my calm coax you to you have calmed me, marvellous writing. Beautifully presented in this forum. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an engaging write, well composed.