Reva Kern

Reva Kern Poems

Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear

Little crystal dewdrop
Trembling daughter of the morning,
On the tip of a leaf of thyme
What are you doing on the hill?

Concealed in my raincoat,
I walk in cozy abandon
Through mist and rain
With my hands dug deeply

I also sketch
See the spring season
In the fields

When chased out, without returning to the ancient temples,
twisted by the fiery wind that blew from Thabor
The grand Olympians were so miserable
That the grandchildren pulled their golden beards.

Holding onto your reflection
Captivates my mind
Gripping it with my body
Slowly, sinking down into

Envelopes arrive from
Foreign lands
Carrying letters once held
By other hands

The hammock sways ever so slowly
In the gentle breeze
Of a hot summer afternoon
As I, lost in reverie, gaze up

My soul has the naïvety of a glittering entity
Of a snow in February
Ah!We return to the threshold of childhood
On a pathway toward prayer

Always within myself I keep a profound sadness
The etched friendship of an adorable child
For whom her death sounded the fatal ivory horn
Because she was beautiful, and gracious and blonde

Qui possède ces bois, je pense que je sais
Sa maison est dans le village bien que
Il ne me verra pas m'arrêter ici
Regarder ses bois se remplir de neige.

Deja que la lluvia te bese
Deja que la lluvia golpe tu cabeza con gotas liquidas de plata
Deja que la lluvia te cante una canción de cuna
La lluvia hace charcos tranquilos en la acera

Ce vautour vorace avec le froncement féroce qui dévore mon coeur sauvage
Et est mon seul compagnon constant
Sculpte ma douleur avec un bec incurvé

For the struggle which opens
the beginning of bad days
My mother gave me a small portrait of her
A pledge to which I have remained faithful since









O, El Esplendor De Nuestra Alegría
Tejido en oro en el aire de seda!

Aquí la casa dulce y su gablete ligero

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Two hearts tossed
Into a vast valley -
Waiting on a hilltop
For clouds to appear
Longing for a tempest
To snatch the souls
Transforming them
Into white clouds
Of two spirits -
Clouds arrived early
Bleak, hopeless and desolate.

Reva Kern Comments

Subhas Chandra Chakra 14 August 2018

Wow dear poet Reva, you have a great artistic skill in this art, you weave words so elegantly. Loved reading this lovely poem today. Keep writing. Wish you a long long poetic journey. Subhas

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Weslee Sampel 22 March 2018

this is a great poet

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