And like a tiny seed
sown by two unknown hands,
it grew.
The rains were late,
and scarce that year,
yet there was beauty
as a dozen tiny leaves,
dark green and curled
reached up to see the sky
and heavy scents of rose
and Lilly of the valley
form sheets of dew
condensing time
as petals spread their thighs
to welcome Spring,
its sap of life
which folds its wings
upon itself
to dwell inside,
where love resides.
It is so easy for us all
to understand how love,
love at first sight
will swoop on us,
at random
and in force,
which brings
a mock tranquility
to dress the emperor
who has no clothes.
The miracle occurs when two,
who spent their lives
in sanctioned company
would speak of LOVE.
Herbert, this is simply lovely...lucky Rachel! And lucky you, too, to find such love which grows from a tiny seed. Raynette
Herbert...I certainly don't know even a fraction of your 2800+ poems, but this one seems different. Without the rhyme, I wouldn't have guessed this was your poem. I knew you had it in you, the way I know that I have a rhyme or two in myself. Nice poem. John
this is a nice poem, the flow of words are beautiful! love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your free verse Herbert. It has a spirit all its own and seems to dig deeper into your emotional core than some of your more traditional pieces - let's face it, many of them are a lighter sort of read. This one is incredible romantic without meringue or too much cream. Your images are superb, especially 'as petals spread their thighs to welcome Spring' and there is a tenderness that flows like milk through your words. A stunning piece. love, Allie xxxx