I'd write you down across my walls
I'd keep you warm I'd keep you close
I'd like to speak your name of joy
I'd like to touch your lips not recoil
from beneath that touch where we could spell
the name of heaven down a waterful well
if you would be if you would
the heart thus written in a book of me
good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Reflection Of A Fractured Soul what is the lost legacy of a fractured soul? a fractured soul gem distortion splits real light a fractured soul obscures clouds vision potential Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in September 2020 on the 4.9.2020. Inspired by a comment I wrote about the poem 'If You Would Be My Book Of Poetry' by the poet Miroslava Odalovic, back in January 25 2014. Dedicated to the poet Miroslava Odalovic.
True Poets Don't Paint Write Numbers true poets don't paint write by numbers true poets write imagination mindscapes true poets write word layered meanings Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in September 2020 on the 4.9.2020. Inspired by a comment I wrote about the poem 'If You Would Be My Book Of Poetry' by the poet Miroslava Odalovic, back in January 25 2014. Dedicated to the poet Miroslava Odalovic.
Revelation New Worlds Revealed Through Microscopic Lens an imagination as microscopic as a grain of sand can seek out behold define unseen secrets of an atom revelation new worlds revealed under microscopic lens Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in September 2020 on the 4.9.2020. Inspired by a comment I wrote about the poem 'If You Would Be My Book Of Poetry' by the poet Miroslava Odalovic, back in January 25 2014. Dedicated to the poet Miroslava Odalovic.
A Rare Jewel Within Mind Soul Bound a rare precious gem is pure gift literary insight to perceive words images meaning beyond sight to understand in an instant beauty imbued light Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in September 2020 on the 4.9.2020. Inspired by a comment I wrote about the poem 'If You Would Be My Book Of Poetry' by the poet Miroslava Odalovic, back in January 25 2014. Dedicated to the poet Miroslava Odalovic.
an exceptional write, whoever voted this a one, must have an imagination as microscopic as a grain of sand, will vote it a 10; true poets don't write numbers, they write words with layered meanings, perhaps the 1 was a reflection of a fractured soul? sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God knows how much I adore this... 'I'd like to touch your lips...where we could spell the name of heaven down a waterful well...' Miroslava, seriously, you are making my heart beat against its ribs right here right now.