holding the heart
in her hand
she melts ice flowers
alighting on her window pane
perfuses white curtains
silken and lace
on a weightless wing
of a soft piano melody
she soars to universal skies
on a prayer to heaven
between fierce tempest and serene hues of dawn
beckoned by Venus
in a cradle of feathered clouds
to gift divine words
served in a phial of hope
holding the hand
in her heart
(for Yelena)
8 comments:
oh my...............thanks is not enough for this. i'm speechless, dear friend, and you've no idea how much this floating tribute just brightened my evening. i still can't believe it's for me. i'll keep it so close to my heart..merci..merci, Martin, i'll return to it..and may be will find adequate words for this poetic beauty...blessings, many blessings to you~~
You and your wonderful poetry simply deserved it : ))
Elegant and serene, what a beautiful sentiment you have woven with your words. A lovely tribute to your friend, Yelena.
I found my way here from Pam T's Art Loft. (am a great fan of Pam's work)
I notice some of your work is in German (my heritage is Austrian) so reading it was not too difficult.
Recently on my blog I added the "Translate this site" gadget for my friends in Europe that have a little difficulty reading English. You might like to add it for those that would love to know what beautiful words you have written in German.
Happy thoughts, Jenny
A beautiful piece of writing once again, Martin. You have the soul of a poet. :-)
Thank you muchly, dear Paul : )
The question is, is it your heart/hand she's holding?
No, definitely not : )
..here :-)just to thank you again..this inspires so much in darker days and delivers hope..
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