Tuesday, December 13, 2016

To the Met Cloisters (a poem)


I should have read the signs,
but when in love
who’s not illiterate?
I did not care,
For all I knew was you.
The fragrance of
your flowers mysterious
that filled the air,
your moonlit stones that shone 
beneath my feet,
your echoes, whispers, sighs —
all lured me in
till I was lost and gone,
trapped in the sweet
arcade of yester days,
your heart within.


Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

The Met Cloisters
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11 comments:

  1. JulesDecember 13, 2016 at 10:03 AM

    A poem to get lost in...
    lovely.
    Remember to look for the full moon tonight (December 13th)- hopefully it will be clear.

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    1. Sasha A. PalmerDecember 13, 2016 at 10:16 AM

      Thank you, Jules.
      I noticed the moon last night -- bright and big, almost full. I think rain's in the forecast for tonight, though..

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  2. ZQDecember 15, 2016 at 8:56 PM

    Well... that was a HAPPY piece. Thanks.
    ZQ

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  3. Magaly GuerreroDecember 15, 2016 at 8:56 PM

    It's so difficult to see the signs, when we have fallen deep, deep, deep...

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  4. GraceDecember 15, 2016 at 9:15 PM

    I specially admire that ending lines:

    trapped in the sweet
    arcade of yester days,
    your heart within.

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  5. Sanaa RizviDecember 16, 2016 at 2:46 AM

    your echoes, whispers, sighs —
    all lured me in
    till I was lost and gone,
    trapped in the sweet
    arcade of yester days,
    your heart within.


    Sigh.. beautiful!!!❤️

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  6. ayalaDecember 16, 2016 at 6:29 AM

    Lovely..I like ...I should have read the sign-clever.

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  7. scotthastiepoetDecember 16, 2016 at 6:51 AM

    Beautiful Sahsa - delightfully romantic and full of poetic yearnings... I'll be back for more... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  8. AnonymousDecember 16, 2016 at 10:18 AM

    There is a lot in this not-long poem. You've created atmosphere and longing.

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  9. brudbergDecember 16, 2016 at 2:01 PM

    I do love to be such illiterate a wonderful word for falling in love.

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  10. Susan AndersonDecember 17, 2016 at 2:58 AM

    Romantic longing...one of my favorite poetic themes.

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