I could never

Alan R

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

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2024 02:19
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 8
  • User favorite of this poem: Garth Rakumakoe.
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Comments3

  • Garth Rakumakoe

    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.

    • Alan R

      Thankyou so much for reading and for such nice comments, I am glad you enjoyed it 🙂

    • Thomas W Case

      Tremendous imagery.

    • Alan R

      Thanks 😊



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