(About a 1 minute read)
One day a man began to wonder
If he should put an extra onion in his pocket.
The question nagged him until he became restless
So he threw on his jacket, then strode out his door —
Planning to walk up an answer.
But soon he came upon a woman so beautiful
The soles of his feet tingled to be alive,
And when she began to sing
Yearning overtook him.
He was at such a loss what to say to her,
The words fell from his mouth
As complete strangers to him.
“I like magenta too”, he told her,
Suddenly referring to her spring dress,
“Especially when it glows in the moonlight
On those nights when the cicada sing.”
His tongue stumbled, “But I…I mean….”
“Yes”, she said in a golden voice
That flowed with a deeper understanding,
“I see by your eyes you recognize my beauty,
But do you also see my scars?
And can you read in them my travels,
Can you read in them my stars?”
Then her tongue stumbled, “But I…I mean….”
A light breeze rose and danced by,
Four sparrows burst from a hedge in a flutter of wings,
Their eyes met,
Met and locked each other in empathy,
As time cartwheeled away.
Fascinating and enthralling, My tongue stumbles, “But I…I mean….”
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LOL! When was the last time your gifted tongue ever stumbled, Ivor? Thank you so much for the warm compliment.
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Always my pleasure Paul
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Nice to have you back, Paul. Enchanting poem.
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It’s nice to see you again, Carla. I always miss you when I’m off recharging my batteries.
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It’s beautiful, but I don’t understand the onion relation?
“But do you also see my scars?
And can you read in them my travels,
Can you read in them my stars?”
By far, my favorite lines. ^^
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Thanks, Marysa! The onion relation is almost perfectly explained in Lisa Palmer’s comment on the poem. Simply scroll down to read it. I can’t put it much better than she did.
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Oh, I see! That makes sense, so cool lol 🙂
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Beautiful whimsy.
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Thanks Jessie!
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Wonderful, Paul!! So many of life’s important moments begin incongruously, and lead to life altering conclusions. This captures that experience perfectly for me! 😁
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Thank you so much, Lisa! That is precisely the premise of the poem, so far as I can see. Very well put.
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