In a breeze of timid whispers
and with wary downcast eyes
the secret world was opened
to where true depth of feeling lies.
With each step, stories were told
and a tapestry of intimacy unfolded.
to dare or not to dare
to care or not to care.
In the dog-days of romance,
those are the calls
that lovebirds must answer.
I really like this one. Thanks for sharing. (And the double picture makes you twice as beautiful!)
ATTENTION! ! ! ! I now see the 'message symbol' is no longer an unlabeled envelope for us to ponder, but the word 'message' inside a 'space' shaped like a lying-down HOTDOG. I like it.
I don't see the purple? envelope today which I use to send a message to a poet. : ( self-protection? ? bri : )
(cont.) My wandering finger-'controlled' mouse accidentally clicked on 4 (four) stars. BUT that was a FINE choice albeit ** done by accident! !
Another 'problem' on PH is that once stars are voted, there is no way (which I know of) to changes ones vote. (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'...a breeze of whispers.' I like the way things come alive in your poems. The eternal dance of veils. Mother Nature started it, because as Heraclitus says, NATURE LOVES TO HIDE (since she herself is a labyrinth) . The other half of his saying was forgotten: '...AND LOVES TO LEAP OUT OF HIDING'
I'm actually SEEING your comment - amazing. Thank you
Let it 'leap', Denis, as I AM PREPARED with my Buck Rogers RayGUN. : )