Thursday, July 16, 2009

BEAUTY LIKE NO OTHER



SUBTLE RAIN
UPON MY FACE
MY HEART
IS TIRED OF CARING
WHERE IS ALL
THE PRECIOUS GRACE
OF WE
WHO ARE DESPAIRING

YELLOW SQUASH
I HOLD IN HAND
MY PLAN
A PAN WITH BUTTER
COOKING SLOWLY
HERE I STAND
WITH NO WORDS
LEFT TO UTTER

PINEY GREENS
AND CHILE BEANS
MELTED CHEESE
AND BACON
WISHED I KNEW
WHAT THIS ALL MEANS
THE BEST
HAVE ALL BEEN TAKEN

KITCHEN SMELLS
LIKE DINNER'S READY
MEALS
I EAT ALONE
GONE ARE GIRLS
WHO ONCE WERE STEADY
LADIES
I HAVE KNOWN

RAIN IS TAPPING
ON THE GLASS
ASKING ME
TO LISTEN
NATURE'S SIMPLE
HOLY MASS
EACH CRYSTAL DROP
DOTH GLISTEN

LOVERS LONG GONE
FROM MY ARMS
NO ONE
TO HAVE OR HOLD
MISSING ALL
THEIR PLEASANT CHARMS
I SIT HERE
GROWING OLD

IF BY CHANCE
I GET THE CHANCE
TO KISS
AND TOUCH ANOTHER
I WILL LET
MYSELF ROMANCE
THAT BEAUTY
LIKE NO OTHER

Bobby Jameson Apr 6, 2009

2 comments:

  1. This poem is a "beauty" alright.
    (I keep echoing you, Paula...forgive me. Is that when I can say, "Great Minds Think Alike"??)
    Bobby, somehow, I feel less stressed after reading all you've written, especially "This Beauty". You have such a way with words; it's amazing.
    Warmest and best wishes to you~~
    ~~VickyLou

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  2. I love, love, love this poem. I don't know what to say besides that.

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