The pantry
is open and we’re missing a bun
The kitchen
is empty and the oven is on
And I’m
lifting these broken bones up to the sun
Oh Maria,
Maria I worship the ground
I melt like
a chocolate and swoon at the sound
I crumple
like paper with your foot coming down
And losing
your favor I howl like the hounds
When you
sent me that letter I was melting like glaciers
I could
hardly believe that the ice age was over
When you
sent me the other I became like a vapor
I’m sure in
the pictures I’m fainter and fainter
Oh Maria,
Maria I swear to the stars
I won’t
soon relinquish these beautiful scars
It’s true I
should look toward some fresh fertile sky
But I just
don’t want to let sleeping loves lie!
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Wow, so beautiful, dramatic and heart-felt, a great poem dear Elliot.
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a beautiful poem Eliot
ReplyDeleteI admire those who write poetry! I need to practice writing it, for I am not very good. It's great to meet you - thanks so much for stopping by my blog!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem:), thank you by the way for dropping by and wonderful message on blog. I'm following you back:)
ReplyDeleteWow! What a powerful poem. I'm always awed by people who write good poetry because I totally suck at it....
ReplyDeleteMaria must have really been a special person. What a beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteIntriguing! This poem teases just enough to get us interested in the backstory. I don't know anyone who writes poetry any more.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. Thank you for the visit & follow...have followed you back. Have a great day & I look forward to reading more poetry :)
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteSimply wonderful!
ReplyDeleteNice post, great blog, following :)
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lovely.... short and sweet.
ReplyDeletetight lyrics sir
ReplyDeleteI like the flow in this--well-executed meter and rhyme.
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