My beloved I have much to say,
Oh my! where should I start?
Before you came...
the corner stores were waiting to live,
and yesterday was window shopping for today,
most afternoons were cold and pitiless,
and summer evening had lost its painter.
Oh my beloved...before you came
Fall came in April in a deafening silence,
and Spring refused to play with the tulips,
winter? winter, was abrasive and brutal,
and roads, Oh! Roads-had no meeting place and no detour signs,
and mountains had left our neighborhoods.
Oh my beloved...before you came
Birds had cut off their wings and had stopped chirping
there were no plays on the side walks,
no languages, no theaters
radio played no music and televisions had no images,
and the library! Oh my beloved...
the library shelves were empty of love stories.
Oh my beloved...before you came
yes, before you came...my pen resist to write poetry.
© Emu Getachew, December 6,2009.
Dedicated to those of us who waited for love at the bus stop!
Ah.. definely.. your love made you see beauty in things. awesomely said
This poem pertains wonderful imagery with a touch of modern sensibility. Love makes things more beautiful than their actuality. Well written, Emu...10/10. Best Wishes. Naseer
The title says everything of this mesmerized poem Emu! What else it's lovable indeed.
Emu - your word selection of the love transformation is so vivid... beautiful!
Hi Emu...thanks for yr comment on my write....'B4 u Came' of yrs is nice & touchy...i feel like writeing something on yr imagination and depth...good touch!
Hi Emu - you are not alone in your reminises. I like this poem it has good structure and is full of retrospective pathos. I have scored it TEN. When we are parted form our Lover - its like you say - There is nothing worth painting - The Seasons are all awry - Even the Mountains lose their glory - The birds stop singing and the Theatre closes - There are no more love stories - or poems. But when the Beloved appears - in my experience - all is sweetness and light again. I am sure you experience the positives as well as the negatives which form the substance of this poem. Well done a lovely evocative Poem. love you in Poetry - JOHN X
Oh what a kind of love when awiats the gleams to rave up by the shadow of dream eyes yet meanders on window of thrill at the altar of silence spring and winter, most passionately ingenious spucing over the skin of resurrection yet being resilient as wrought by imagery and metaphors,10+++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emu: What a beautiful correlation between the wonderful work of God and His nature. Being saved brings back the mountains, streams and all the things missing Before You Came. Praise his name forever. Your friend in Christ, Lynn