Violet Dreams
By JoseHdz
Sat, 20 Aug 2011
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Every morning,
When I wake-up
Pressed against
Your warm chest—
Intertwined with
Your leaf-like limbs—
I kiss your
Freckled cheeks,
Softly,
So that you may
Remain in violet dreams;
I consider it a blessing.
Every afternoon,
When you call
Me during your
Lunch hour
To recite you
A poem,
I climb each
Wake-like syllable
Landing upon
The shores of
Your lilac heart;
I consider it a blessing.
Every night,
When we share
A cigarette
On the porch
With the moon,
You hide your
Pale palms
Inside the depths
Of my pockets;
I consider it a blessing.
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How beautiful- keep
How beautiful- keep mentioning the lilac Jose- it fits so well
;)Pia
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new joseHdz What a beautiful
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new joseHdz
What a beautiful poem.
Well deserved cherry!
Full of love and little thing's
of nature's beauties.
Extra Special to me, it was my mother's
name. Violet. Thankyou.
julie xx
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A lovely title and a lovely
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A lovely title and a lovely poem, Jose;-)
Tina
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Forgive me, in advance for
Forgive me, in advance for making comparisons, but this has a very e e cummings feel to it - the way you communicate complexed emotions in a stripped-down language. There is an artless quality here that demands considerable control in order to create the desired effect.
Every afternoon,
When you call
Me during your
Lunch hour
To recite you
A poem,
I climb each
Wake-like syllable
Landing upon
The shores of
Your lilac heart;
The first time I read the verse noted above I missed all the subtlety. This is poetry finessed to the next level. You definitely are a class act.
barryj1
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