To Violet
To run a soft hand over your warm walls
I feel history echo in my palms
Every day I'm away from your nooks and halls
I yearn to run a soft hand over your warm walls
Not to change you in ways big or small
but to feel your heart connect with mine
when I run a soft hand over your warm walls
I feel history echo in my palms.
May 21, 2008
A Triolet
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Violet, I like that name. I think the two of you will be great friends.
Love,
Sally
Sweet name and thoughts. Send me the address...when you are ready, of course.
You've used the form really well here. Very nice
Wonderfully done!
some-crap-inside-my-mind
I like this very much. Reminds me of a favorite aunt I loved and still miss. The poem has a texture and intimacy that just plain feels good. Thanks for the read.
Great to know people you can rely on; good influences, true friends.
Very cool piece WD. I liked both the intimacy and the scope of this work... ;)
This feels intimate, sheltering and satisfying. Wonderful.
Lovely!
Your beautiful poem reminded me of one of my favorite quotes of all time . . .
"Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it"
Thanks for reminding me and for stopping by!
Dennis~
I could just read this over and over. The words nd rhythm are so soothing.
Gorgeous!Sensuous and rolling. After reading your poem, I've decided i like triolets after all.
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