Making One
Time to post one of my poems. I think I'll start chronologically with what I consider the first good poem I wrote. I'm not going to explain them because they are richer if I don't. If I feel like editing them now, I will. I'd love to know what you think. Maybe it will inspire me to start writing again.
I think of the beauties . . .
1995
Have you felt leaves of a fall maple tree
Shed on your face clean, fragrant rain?
Have you looked into the eyes of beauty
And seen a friend, and let thought sustain
A hope that a thought might quietly start
Within her soul and draw her near?
Have your words flown with your heart
Into the air where no one will hear?
I think of the beauties our lives briefly hold—
White on white clouds pierced by mountainous peak,
The earth’s welcome brown from which seedlings unfold—
Then one final beauty enters my mind,
For I have watched eyes hear me speak
And seen in their softness a heart that is kind.
Thoughts on Mormonism, Transhumanism, and reconciling humanity, and original poetry, crafts, and other interests of Jonathan Cannon
This is lovely. I especially like the "White on white clouds" part.
ReplyDeleteaaww...that's beautiful !
ReplyDeleteYou are a gifted wordsmith...and pretty handy with a needle and thread ! Loved your quilt block !
I hope your woman appreciates you. It is a rare man that can (and will) write GOOD poetry, let alone good love poetry.
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