Lorenzo Costigliolo Poems
A Message To My New-Found Friend, Continued...
, , , and I love you
for what I don’t see of you
your voice through written word
though not a syllable spoken, heard
by none, yet sweet as bird
song ringing through dark silent night
lark of morning singing light
refrains of love songs, sterling bright
as your hidden eyes delight,
your empty lips, like mine,
all too alone
and I love you
for what you see in me
that those with eyes refused to see
I standing here before them still, , ,
they turned away because I do not fit
their fantastic images
of all that they pretended ...
Ode To A Dandelion
Chameleon on green rustic fields ye lie
unplanted rosette by young hands that pluck
away thy priestly crown, from orient grown,
gold tiara gracing thy perennial brow.
Ye bear no mane as dandy lion might
though name thou hold, ye lion’s tooth,
yet semblance lieth not in all thy form,
but in the leafy floral dress forsooth.