The ram that edges mountain tops
That nary knew a dell
Thinks nothing of the falling rocks
Nor where their falling fell
No, what a ram is thinking of
Is this- and I will tell
His love, his love on yonder ridge
Aside that other male
-jwm
That nary knew a dell
Thinks nothing of the falling rocks
Nor where their falling fell
No, what a ram is thinking of
Is this- and I will tell
His love, his love on yonder ridge
Aside that other male
-jwm
I had to read this a few times to fully understand it, but now that I do...
ReplyDeleteAWWWWW!!!
Chills! I love this one, John! A beautiful example of how poetry can take so few words to describe lifetimes of desire.
ReplyDeletemagnificently written - just magnificent!
ReplyDelete:'( so sorry
ReplyDeleteI agree completely with Kendra Lise... and with GYPSYWOMAN... and with Livabug (though the instant my eyes lit upon the words I knew your heart)
Beauty from ashes.......
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