This poem was inspired by the photograph below of a person who happens to be an artist, dreamer, photographer, blogger, motivator and friend. Her self-photo has a golden quality to it and this poem is the result. Now check our her blog at Dangerous Linda. Go on, skeddadle.
she was not content to live in
as pearls do hidden
away until their luminescent
she was light so much so that
could not surround her
one flaxen glance and it blazed
she bathed in brilliance arms wide to
the ritual cascade golden rivulets of
honey and shining flecks of
she even dreamt in goldenrod while
of harvest trailed her heart’s flights
keeping the dark at
© Pamela Rossow
I’m excited to introduce a blogger friend whose poetry I have admired for some time. She agreed to guest post and share an original poem from her collection. She is an talented artist who weaves beautiful imagery and creativity into her poetry. She writes about relationships, nature, love, lost loves, and the bottom line? She moves me! Check out her site at glittering soot on her eyelashes and show her some love!
i flow in gold rivulets
alike a slowly setting sun,
skin tingling, lost in blistering air
of the never tomorrows and never agains.
we gulp it down,
saline waters still trapped in alveoli
aftertaste of sea spray on the lips
i remember all that you were
and all that you weren’t.
© glittering soot on her eyelashes
we never really lose lost loves.
the moral of the story? cut the thread you torture yourself with every once and again or sleep soundly knowing you managed to love again.