When dark crawls small
around the throat,
and soul-stones grind both grey
and shiver-slow,
and tears glass-freeze
before the words,
and flow seems ebb, forever more...
just one warm word
like a candle glow...
and sunrise sings
in sky-splashed flames,
and millstone lifts
and breath is free,
and sun-drenched tears dry
with soft-healing balm,
and words surge boundless, skywards, wide
and ebb reverts to blessèd flow.
(7 March 2006)
Your poems are very deep. I am not sure I understand them, but I am sure they are very good to someone who does.
It is poems like these that keep me going and revived in the morning at the chemistry labs. thank you for sharing this beautiful work.
Here is kindling awaiting only the the match of the imagination to achieve its purpose! I am left thinking how it is darkest before the dawn and how a word of encouragement thaws the chill of despondancy.. thank you.
These moments do make such a difference, dear Diana. Your words always twisting, warm and hopeful. I have missed you. Your words. Your garden and animals. I do hope you are well. Hope to talk soon. bradley blue jay P.S. i listened to the audio. I expected your lovely voice. Sad and disapointing it was. You have a exotic voice well groomed for reading aloud.
Yes, they do, indeed, make a difference, Brad. I miss you too. Thank you for the lovely things you say about my poetry, my voice, me, my animals and our talks. I don’t know how to get rid of that recording that is not mine. I selected yesterday in my profile not to show videos, but perhaps that only works on poems posted after one has made that selection, because that video thing is still there.
I like, I like, I like. Dianne I have promised to read your poems and so far so good 10 Bless you Henry
Beautiful, one small warm word....heals, sometimes a smile will do. Loved it Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well composed. Much to like in your poem.10