I see you walk like a poem
The winter morning cold
Crisp, with a stern decision
But the sun is still in the valley
Just like you are
A hint of warmth and love
In this little alpine village
Like a rare poem, I could never
Fully write or sing or title
Yellow threads in your dark scarf
Carrying the answers
And decisions of my day
Weaving my melancholy
In this little alpine village
This life, we can't escape the blues
I'm lucky they come alive and well
Going higher than they should've
My tears, through these mountains
Flow, with beautiful men like you
In this little alpine village
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2024 02:19
- Comment from author about the poem: I have told you so, and very well, you know, Zen.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
If this were a song, I'd give it to a blues guitar as an instrument. It's this kind of piece that weaves its way into me the more I repeatedly read it. Not because I didn't understand it, but because like a rare song, it gets more beautiful and familiar each time it goes through me. This poem embodies the picture, the person, the village, and the affection of it all so well and with earnest. I love this piece. Very well depicted, gifted one.
Thankyou so much for reading and for such nice comments, I am glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Tremendous imagery.
Thanks 😊
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