For the soothing love
Of my beloved,
And the needy words
that departing want,
of the true little moments
of forbearing pride,
and all the things that
remained unsaid.
For the soothing love
Of my only beloved
And the deep awareness
Of things I will see,
I await an oddly
Long awaiting
Having thoughts of gardens,
And rivers, and trees.
And then,
When the night
is still as is dark
I sit on my knees.
Stillness`s a spark.
your pieces are always a wonderful treat.
thank you
Beautiful!
Blete, thank you, nice as always!
Akull-naja, you think ? Not so sure myself about it.
Thanks anyways!
Naida, I didn’t think it, because I’am not used at thinking about the poetry; I just felt it.
i am not being nice just appreciative. i know you write for yourself, and i am grateful you share your creations with us. can’t even be envious, simply grateful at the beauty you bring.
a fan like ms. glacier above.
Thanks Blete!
Akullnaja, of course you did not think it, at least not in the form of a dilemma”Do I like it or not?”It was not really a question, it was meant to show my own insecurity.
Anyways thank you!
In german there is an expression that says “Es ist wie ein Gedicht”. Translated in english it may not make sense: It is like a poetry. But that’s what it came to my mind while reading this. Beautiful.
Well, it was meant to be a poem, though it might be, that it only is like one, as the German saying goes.
Hopefully I will get better!
Naida,
don’t get me wrong. The saying in german is used when facing beautifull things. Or when you drink a glas of wine of extraclass. You say: it was so great, like only a poem can be.
No problem! I understand!
ngjethese!