A beautiful poem.
I’m not blind
look up
there
upon spiralling
warm air
a golden leaf
hovering
like a dove
between
heaven and earth
floating
on a sea of love
there
waving
a golden angel
forever
faithful
oh, love
aren’t you tired yet
Ivor is a part-time plumber, former Industrial Chemist, and now a serious writer of poetry. He has had numerous poems (not books) published, in on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc., and recently Ivor was appointed to the ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’ writing team, as one their new Baristas.
Does love get tired? Certainly (or not). But it’s beauty never fades, never tires of a guest to share of its fame, or it’s gloom or its expanse. All I am saying is that love always wants to share, and waits daily for who to share with – share the steps and if you choose to count, you may never get to nineteenth. One might even be too much and it doesn’t seem to follow nominal values.
Many thanks for your comment. Best, Kevin