There is grass more glamorous than me;
There are weeds bolder,
And the simple red-winged blackbird
Is better adorned...
But, I keep your name as close to my heart
As nest is to branch;
I loved you this morning when the sun ran her light across the wild places nobody owns,
And I'll love you the same tonight under a curved moon, as constant and easy as cricket-song.
If I have beauty, it sleeps twined with devotion,
And the way you speak to me, sometimes,
I know that the old vain goddesses in their marble temples
Must grind their teeth and spit
For helpless envy
Of us.
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i like this - such power in a 'plain' package. :)
ReplyDeleteWords that would make the worshipped one swoon...
ReplyDeleteBeauty is as beauty does, also, I think, and it is doing it here. Your love poems are some of the most comforting and uncluttered of any I've read, Shay. '...the places nobody owns' is a line that just sings, and in a million voices.
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous poem that I'm so happy to have read. Love the phrase "when the sun ran her light across the wild places nobody owns,"
ReplyDeleteNothing plain at all about the heart and mind that can write - and feel - about love the way you do, Shay. Anyone would be privileged and honored to be loved by you. You write love poems like nobody else. This one is absolutely lovely. And would indeed make goddesses gnash their teeth in envy. I know it makes POETS gnash our teeth, and even rend a garment or two.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I swear I can hear the crickets.
ReplyDelete{{{sigh}}} i adore your love poems!
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"when the sun ran her light across the wild places nobody owns" ... I'm swooning, and I'm not even the beloved!
ReplyDeleteYou are beautiful to write such exquisite poetry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful love poem...Shay. Your poet's voice sings clear and true!
ReplyDeletereally beautiful.....if I have beauty, it sleeps twined with devotion....lovely lines...
ReplyDeleteReally lovely lines...my fav was the opening...
ReplyDeleteso easy. lovely!
ReplyDeletenothing 'plain' about this ..
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree with Sherry's comment.
ReplyDeleteIn this your truly define the pureness of love especially for those that may not have eyes to see, ears to hear, smells obstructed.
This type of love ascends beyond the sensorial world of the mundane.
Gracias for this beautiful share
I agree - nothing plain about this.
ReplyDeleteThis is great. It's exactly what love is. Those gods and goddesses can eat their hearts out.
ReplyDeleteah, the beauty of the words mimic the beauty of the writer
ReplyDeleteThe singular beauty of devotion, who could fail to be smitten by such words - no doubt the out-dated goddesses cringe with envy.
ReplyDeleteDevotion is gorgeous! I agree, the vanity of skin cannot compare...nice write.
ReplyDelete"If I have beauty, it sleeps twined with devotion . . ." I know! SO wouldn't be wonderful to feel that every minute? And you do:
ReplyDelete"I know that the old vain goddesses in their marble temples
Must grind their teeth and spit
For helpless envy
Of us."
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What a way to say "we have something special" and mean it!
Gorgeous, sumptuous, expansive - all words I associate with breathtaking beauty, like the sea and the sky. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThere are so many ways that a writer can go wrong with this notion--a piece that wallows in self-pity or spite, something that wails and rends its garments, as it were. This piece finds a balance between hard-won, homespun wisdom and the transcendent nature of a love that goes beyond the mirror and the smile. Does it soar? Hell, yes--but it keeps a judicious watch out for treetops and radio antennas.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant love poem, Shay. It brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteA lot of fun in this as well as beauty. k.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, I love what you have done with this emotion! The imagery guided us into so many enchanted corners~ :D
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