the letter you write to the end of the world:
let it be painted in gold
on the eyelash of a second
or carved in pink marble
as upon an april sky;
or in silver pointed flame,
not ever to die,
in colours of rain,
yet not be washed away.
or threaded through Christmas Eve
the first time you believed on earth,
in tinsel typography sparkling and sparkling;
collapsing the parabolas of the soul
when it wept moonlight, vanishing, remember?
O to resemble the toy most loved in childhood
with its rainbow rings so self-contained
or with little bells attached that someone
may be made merry.
or let it taste like cherries on pineapple sundaes
especially, if on a Monday, it becomes necessary
to not show up for work; let us all shirk then
with the angels the perfunctory, facing the sea surge,
mystically brave: the last of the strawberries sugared;
breaking out new parasols for the occasion
leaving our antiphons half unfinished or sending it:
the soul, the letter, the recipe on ahead of us
wrapped in a silken envelope to sail
above all destined gales into the
milk pearl galaxies like the necklace
mama wore once, all blue summer long,
turning to stars
above the lawns of God.
mary angela douglas 3,16 september 2016
Dream is fantastic and you write letter is too amazing. Let it be painted in gold. Very interesting reading ESSENCE THIS POEM GIVES.10
Thank you very much for your exrraordinarily kind comments on the poem. Have a great day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very descriptive write with striking imagery.....Enjoyed reading!