Love Poem Poem by Dorothea Lasky
Love Poem
The rain whistled.
A taxi brought me to your apartment building
And there I stood.
I had dreamed a dream
Of us in a bedroom.
The light shining upon us in white sheets.
You were singing me a song of your sailing days
And in the dream
I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal
Which in bright red
Flew out the window.
Sometimes when we talk
On the phone, I think to myself
That the deep perfect of your soul
Is what draws me to you.
But still what soul is perfect?
All souls are misshapen and off-colored.
Morning comes within a soul
And makes it obey another law
In which all souls are snowflakes.
Once at a funeral, a man had died
And with the prayers said, his soul flew up in a hurry
Like it had been let out of something awful.
It was strangely colored, that soul.
And it was a funny shape and a funny temperature.
As it blew away, all of us looking felt the cold.
But hope does not die till the end. There is hope that soul will come back with a new attire to face the struggle called life. Nice poem.Congrats for selection.
Congratulations on being selected for Modern poem of the day.Well done Keep it up Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Shades of love in three different ways nicely put together, I liked it.
A poem of multiple thoughts leading from reality, to hope to back to stark reality of life. All tied together!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/13/2026 1:24:31 AM # 1.0.0
a wonderful poem deserves all applause.