May things stay the way they are
in the simplest place you know.
May the shuttered windows
keep the air as cool as bottled jasmine.
May you never forget to listen
to the crumpled whisper of sheets
that mould themselves to your sleeping form.
May the pillows always be silvered
with cat-down and the muted percussion
of a lover’s breath.
May the murmur of the wall clock
continue to decree that your providence
run ten minutes slow.
May nothing be disturbed
in the simplest place you know
for it is here in the foetal hush
that blueprints dissolve
and poems begin,
and faith spreads like the hum of crickets,
faith in a time
when maps shall fade,
nostalgia cease
and the vigil end.
Wonderful poem: " May nothing be disturbed in the simplest place you know for it is here in the foetal hush that blueprints dissolve and poems begin, "". Leaves me in a warm stupor. High standards of poetry. Quite a talented writer. Hoping to see you more often on PoemHunter.
May nothing be disturbed in the simplest place you know for it is here in the foetal hush that blueprints dissolve and poems begin, and faith spreads like the hum of crickets, faith in a time when maps shall fade, nostalgia cease and the vigil end...very beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly insightful poem that seeks to put in words the ineffable