Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
- Leonard Cohen
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
- Leonard Cohen
Ode to my Kettle
August 3, 2007Before you I stare
A cold frame of silver
Where before I could fill you with water
You'd mirror my thoughts
for today.
I say "hurrah!"
to that famed Indian stance
or frozen Egyptian dance
they say
for to me you're like a loyal,
old guardian
caught in such fashion
that seem to say
"have you first uttered
a prayer?"
So in shallow wakefulness
I bow my head down
and send a silent note to God
that if in the cold outside
I find no friend
let the warmth delivered
by my kettle
make me just as content.
or if the sun delays it's promise
of a bright day
May her sheen from the kitchen
show me the way.
God indeed bless
my guardian kettle
for at dusk she wants only
to rest her hand
on her forehead
but the moment she has to whistle
my loneliness as well
is ended.
you’re a gifted writer really rowie… now i know who to approach should i need additional hands in writng and editing company publications hehe a very nice poem
Posted by warrio119 at August 24, 2007, 10:17 am