by
Anne Tyler Lord
Love’s Note was written,
After thoughts,
Between words,
Without obsession.
Love’s Note was played,
Between breaths,
Outside sounds,
Within embrace.
Love’s Note was sent,
With wind,
Around time,
In gardenias.
Love’s Note was not read,
Under sedation,
Through desire,
In enchantment.
Love’s Note was not heard,
Inside hypocrisy,
Around mediocrity,
Over indulgence.
Saturating with silent hypnotic bliss,
Love’s Note, always present.
Awaiting Awareness in obvious sight,
Love’s Note, yearns to be yours.
4 comments:
Wonderful Anne!
The repetition is great and really enchances the beauty of the poem.
Thanks so much for sharing.
Jim
Anne, this is a wonderful poem. My favorite part~
~Love’s Note was sent,
With wind,
Around time,
In gardenias.~
I love the fragrance of Gardenia's when it lingers in the wind.
Beautiful prose.
Thanks Jim and Cynthia! I'm so glad you join all of you at Soft Whispers for a little poetry!
the ebb and flow just beautiful!
Love it :)
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