Friday, July 4, 2014

You, Peace



Command myself not
To stare --rare people.
Rarities with quiet in them--
Unsudden surprise,
Like littoralis inland or
Dream remembered-- I like those.
Something seen when they look,
Eyelashes open a
Private whisper of the world.
When they look up, a weightless
Smile --a sunlit cloud
Caught thinking.
Is it ocean or wind
In trees one hears?
Such people, the
Difference disappears.

12 comments:

  1. This is an exquisitley beautiful whisper of poetry, through the eyes of someone greatly loved.

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    1. Beautiful and moving comment, Jon. Thank you. Although Norma and I are in our 60s, I still see this whisper. I see it in children, people of all ages, and am always astonished. I see it in you too.

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  2. Thank you, Geo. I'm embarrassed to admit I spelled "exquisitely" wrong.

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    1. You underestimate my dyslexia. Hadn't noticed.

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  3. This is a pearl of a poem, Geo, and lovely to read.

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  4. quelle belle dame! je n'ai pas tout compris du poème! sorry...belle journée!

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    1. Il est vrai, Norma est belle. Je me sens toujours paisible près d'elle. Merci!

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  5. Very nicely written. It is beautifully from the heart.

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  6. Lovely poem for a lovely lady. Thanks for stopping by my blog and following. I'm following this blog now.

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