Today I could hear
Weeping willow leaves
Swayed by a familiar,
.....Gentle breeze
.....Getting as far as my naked skin.
Despair is gone
With the last rains of spring
My world seems to have brighten
Like in the old times
When this season anticipated
.....For the senses
.....Some type of paradise.
Up on my hillside
Safely, no need to hide
The sky above, alas
Those sun spells
.....And my smile
.....And this poetry of life
.....With this so sweet
....Keen breeze
Caressing my still smooth skin
.....My face
Like in those old days
When I ran to my secret place
Without premeditation
Instead, a kind of temptation
Primitive instinct
.....Not to flee
.....But meet,
.....Be in my temple
Where I so easily found
Whom I then called God
And God welcomed me
And I felt the breeze
.....So gentle
.....So sweet
Caressing my naked skin
And my smile in tune swaying
With the weeping willow leaves.
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Weeping willow leaves
Swayed by a familiar,
.....Gentle breeze
.....Getting as far as my naked skin.
Despair is gone
With the last rains of spring
My world seems to have brighten
Like in the old times
When this season anticipated
.....For the senses
.....Some type of paradise.
Up on my hillside
Safely, no need to hide
The sky above, alas
Those sun spells
.....And my smile
.....And this poetry of life
.....With this so sweet
....Keen breeze
Caressing my still smooth skin
.....My face
Like in those old days
When I ran to my secret place
Without premeditation
Instead, a kind of temptation
Primitive instinct
.....Not to flee
.....But meet,
.....Be in my temple
Where I so easily found
Whom I then called God
And God welcomed me
And I felt the breeze
.....So gentle
.....So sweet
Caressing my naked skin
And my smile in tune swaying
With the weeping willow leaves.
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23 comments:
Beautiful my friend. :)
Dulce, this is remarkable. The blissfulness, the tranquillity of this poem...it is really very powerful, very soothing. It reminds of a Wordsworth poem because of the beautiful embrace of finding metaphors of human emotion in the wonders of nature. Spectacular, Dulce, I love it.
Oh my, this is almost like prayer. It's so quiet and filled with emotions and words coming from one's inner self. I love that you used all the right words to make it sound spiritual... from the soul. An awesome piece, Sweetest!
Nevine
Lovely comment Sam!
You flatter me with such words! ;)
Yes, dear Nevine,
this has come from my inner self, my soul... Which is , as if not from this world... But only through those pieces of beauty which this world gives us, can we get to feel that spiritual connection, don't you think Sweetie?
Thank YOU!
A soothing rendition of the soul. Nevine almost captures my thoughts with her words. Need I say more? I dare not.
Hugs,
Susan
Oh wow Dulce. I am right there with you... you get what I mean :)
When I follow Nevine's comment, then everything I write is "ditto" except I use more words--grin!
Dulce, This piece is written with such a beautiful simplicity, it just envelopes me gently, sweetly caressing...as those breezes of yours (although I am not naked!).
And I love that your body is that temple which houses God, and is where you found Him. He welcomes you. Oh, my! I think you are writing while on that mountain behind your home--ah! nature.
And you do not flee God, but MEET Him. Exquisite, the wording!
The photo also evokes a spirituality which is experienced by any who have lain in the field alone, but not alone.
A hug, a kiss, and kind thoughts, Steve
Dulce, my friend, what a joyous poem this is, a hymn almost, to the spring, rebirth, happy at the new season. It makes me feel so good as I read it.
Me inspiraste...I need to feel a gentle breeze on my naked skin. That would make me smile. :)
Gracias por tu DULCE comentario en mi "blog" en el dia de hoy. Tenemos que hechar para alante...jamás para atrás, ¡ni para cojer impulso! :)
Te deseo to lo mejor, primita. ¡Te cuidas!
this speaks to me of hope....a new day....the shadows lifted...I can breathe again..love it.
a joy to read...
That gentle breeze, warming your heart and your soul...That breeze that comes of nothing earthly...But from the powers beyond...Calming...the heart from any fears or doubts...Relaxing in totality...LOVE it Dulce!!!
This is the first I've read of yours and it's simply exquisite. I felt like I could float away with the gentle breeze. Weeping Willows are my favourite. What a first impression. Gorgeous write.
Eyyy Dulce!! perdona mi ausencia, ando liadilla hija. ¡Como me gusta leerte! Lujazo!! Un besote!!
Your words took my mind on a trip. I love it. I came to you from Jstar and hopefully u can check me out. http://25champ-lovestoned.blogspot.com or http://25champ.blogspot.com/
Thank you for these beautiful words which lift the soul.
Hmmm..Dulce, a slow waltz in a self embrace. Love the weeping willow and the peace here.
~rick
beautifully soft and sensual and selfFUL! loved it!
great piece, lady dulce!!!
your words too felt like gentle breeze!!i read your poem a couple of times and can surely say that you felt each and every word you penned down here!!this was indeed beautifully written,never faltered anywhere,and was smooth and sensual.loved it!!
you update your blog pretty regularly!!how do you write so many poems?
sometimes i sit down and i just go blank and start writing like toddler hehe!!but there are some days when the words just flow on its own like in this poem of yours as if this poem was meant to be written someday!!really nice!!keep writing!!will surely learn something from your poems.keep writing!!
dulce, this was exquisite, such passion and celebration found in being alone! i especially loved the running from-no, TO your 'temple...whom i then called God...'
Simply beautiful Dulce... Like reading a spring breeze...
Hey Peep, I have posted a "55" AND now one about a young Spanish (Cuban) girl who works in a pharmacy. C'mon, ya better catch up! And it is time for one from you also, Baybeeeee!
I have not been "me" this week, but am faking it. We have a saying in AA "Fake it 'til ya make it" Sometimes it works.
Take Care, Sweetest Poet!
S
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/23/poets-rally-week-19-poetry-awards/
two poetry awards,
the most charming post,
the most inspriing poet.
enjoy!
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