Mirage

[ampoule]

Mirage

I read all your poems
knowing they are older than me,
But always hoping in some way
that one was written for me.

I read all your poems
searching for clues of your feelings,
It is clear what you love
but I cannot help anticipating,

The day I read all your poems
and at last there is encouragement
To walk out of the desert unscorched
and rhyme with you content.
amp, January Ninth TwoThousandOne

[PrinceMyshkin]

Mirage

I read all your poems
knowing they are older than me,
But always hoping in some way
that one was written for me.

I read all your poems
searching for clues of your feelings,
It is clear what you love
but I cannot help anticipating,

The day I read all your poems
and at last there is encouragement
To walk out of the desert unscorched
and rhyme with you content.
amp, January Ninth TwoThousandOne

But there will be poems for you,
dear Ampoule, poems a-plenty
burning bright with tenderness
and longing, and in the meantime
you are the poem you cannot help
but be!

[motherhubbard]

your "voice" is so soft and lovely. I wonder if you sound like I imagine- *sigh*

This was wonderful




and rhyme with you content.

[ampoule]

But there will be poems for you,
dear Ampoule, poems a-plenty
burning bright with tenderness
and longing, and in the meantime
you are the poem you cannot help
but be!

And now you have made me cry....but that's a good thing.


Thank you motherhubbard.

[PrinceMyshkin]

And now you have made me cry....but that's a good thing.

Did you know that I'm closely related to the family of Allium cepa?

[ampoule]

Then here's a little song for ya. ;)

ARTIST: Donald Cochrane and John Hill
TITLE: I Love Onions
Lyrics and Chords

I don't like snails or toads or frogs
Or strange things living under logs
But mmm, I love onions

/ G E / A - / D - G D7 /

I don't like to dance with Crazy Ted
He's always jumping on my head
But mmm, I love onions

{Refrain}
Onions, onions, la-la-la
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot
Onions, onions, la-la-la
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot

/ " / " / D - G - /

I don't like rain or snow or hail
Or Moby Dick the great white whale
But mmm, I love onions

I don't like shoes that pinch your toes
Or people who squirt you with a garden hose
But mmm, I love onions

[CdnReader]

^^^^ LOL! at the "onions" song. I haven't thought about that one in a gabillion years!!!

(Great poem, Amp!)

[PrinceMyshkin]

Then here's a little song for ya. ;)

ARTIST: Donald Cochrane and John Hill
TITLE: I Love Onions
Lyrics and Chords

I don't like snails or toads or frogs
Or strange things living under logs
But mmm, I love onions

/ G E / A - / D - G D7 /

I don't like to dance with Crazy Ted
He's always jumping on my head
But mmm, I love onions

{Refrain}
Onions, onions, la-la-la
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot
Onions, onions, la-la-la
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot

/ " / " / D - G - /

I don't like rain or snow or hail
Or Moby Dick the great white whale
But mmm, I love onions

I don't like shoes that pinch your toes
Or people who squirt you with a garden hose
But mmm, I love onions

Call me, damnit, and SING it to me....And if you play your cards right I will respond with a practically on-key rendition of either "Jerusalem" or "Marieke"!

[firefangled]

Mirage

I read all your poems
knowing they are older than me,
But always hoping in some way
that one was written for me.

I read all your poems
searching for clues of your feelings,
It is clear what you love
but I cannot help anticipating,

The day I read all your poems
and at last there is encouragement
To walk out of the desert unscorched
and rhyme with you content.
amp, January Ninth TwoThousandOne


This is just so beautiful, there are no afterwords.

[firefangled]

There is a hiding in us all, rising in rivulets of heat from a desert of desire. Deep within there is a place for summer days we dreamed, when all the windows filled with white and nights were cold and long. And deeper still, a nameless we, loves beyond the heart, beyond love in return. It surfaces along our veins, not in a flowing but a tow as if something of the world, wonderful and wild wants it so and pulls it slow, until we cannot help but cry. This is why we live in the mirage of flesh and bone, for these moments that are poems, whether put in words or passing on to another hiding in another hidden world.

[Avalive]

simply beautiful, I enjoyed reading it.