Friday, March 23, 2012

hours





a sun traces
a walkway between hours
folded neat black
over grey

the day has now found
itself in the candles quiet flame
reflects
a moon held captive
by the hourglass
of night

you? as i love
these hours

the carnation red loves the vase

you? as i have
come to love the warmth
of the flame

so why?  need dawn ever
come again
when the glass has been emptied
and loves hours have
been filled

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012


10 comments:

  1. The best! The very best! I love your love poems! I am green with envy at your grace. Thank you so much!

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    1. thank you Annell - have not written any love poetry in a while...need to do more thank you again...bkm

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  2. if only we could decipher the writings which lie among the rocks..."even the very rocks will cry out!"

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  3. O Gawd, bkm..."...a moon held captive
    by the hourglass
    of night..."

    And then empty glass. And love well-spent. Dawn, we need you no more...

    This is MOST beautiful words/thoughts!

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    1. Thanks much Steve...have a wonderful weekend....bkm

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  4. So beautiful. Just. So. Beautiful. Thank you.

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    1. thank you so much ds...do miss writing love poetry....bkm

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  5. Lovely poem and a really evocative photo. Thanks.

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    1. Lorna - Thank you much for reading...I love this photo too...it can take you so many places...bkm

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