Dark and light spoke fragrant things,
Gardens gathered strength by night;
Love, though fragile, sprouted wings,
Crying out as it took flight.
Fighting chance? Oh, love had none!
Hearing that a storm would pass,
Blotting out the noonday sun,
Love gave up—alack! alas!
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #227
More Poetry Pantry #490 at Poets United
One thing I ask:
that I might know true love
before I have no strength,
and the undertaker measures
how long I am, my length,
for the coffin he’s prepared,
from which my waxen face
will stare at those who pass.
Is this desire wrong?
Am I a fool to ask?
It makes me rich to think of love—
thus, I write my song.
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
La Virgen de Guadalupe on a shadowy wall, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
Discarded objects, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona