Your words stir me
Like no others;
A breath of springtime
At the door
After the dry hearth
Of winter
Has frozen all
My bloodless fires.
Your gentle words
So soft, so low
A single syllable
Thaws the lock
As potent as any
Seed ever born;
My gentle harbinger
Of desire.
I'd pursue you
Through deathless winters;
Give you this old heart
So withered and torn
My hope is tireless
With you before me:
Something beautiful's
Being born.
Patti...your words do stir me! Excellent write...and nice to see you online! Hope all is well in your world. F j R 2010
Patti - This is too beautiful for me to analyse in mere words - but - because YOUR WORDS STIR ME - I will try. I score it TEN for all the right reasons. Structure - six shimmering quatrains - rhyme (superfluous) - rhythm (bursting) - content (Plien de Coeur) .V 1 We can be stired by words Angel - but only when they come from the Heart. 'A breath of springtime'. V 2 A Winter of discontent perhaps? A Winter of frozen bloodless fire? V 3 Heart words are always gentle Patti 'Soft - low - lock thawing'. Gentle words can melt the heart and kick start the libido! ! . V 4 Heart words are always 'Harbingers of Desire' and when they fall on our lovelorn ear we should hark to the call and PURSUE (V 5) . And when you reach the voice always surrender your 'Old withered and torn heart' - AWESOME. V 6 This is the perfect poetic denoument 'My hope is tireless - with you before me - something beautiful - is being born' - YES YES YES. Never sucomb to Winter's blast Patti - there is always someone with just the word we need to thaw the lock and open the door of our heart. Thanks for sharing. Love you in Poetry - JOHN X
Your gentle words So soft, so low A single syllable Thaws the lock Some poets love forever. I like it!
Words, perhaps the only things of this life we will ever take with us into the next... beautiful poem Patti.
sounds, woderfilled to me, somthing deep down inside is growing. one of lifes beautiful moments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something beautiful's always being born inside of me when I read your poems, Patti...