the love

The Lovers

 

 

 On my walks in the interior of Algarve

 I followed an overgrown track that once

had been a road for horse and carts.

At a clearing, I found a clumsily made shrine,

and on it with unsteady hands, was written

Pedro and Maria 1912.

I sensed an immense peace sitting here.

Love is enduring and everlasting.

Their tenderness is what I breathe

in the trees and plants.

Later on when I was lonely and sad

I went up there and warmed my soul

on their love.

◄ the poverty of self loathing

wakeful ►

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Mae Foreman

Sat 12th Jan 2019 14:24

Beautiful piece.
Thank you.

poemagraphic

Fri 11th Jan 2019 23:16

It's everywhere when you look and feel in the way you do Jan.

under every stone behind every blade of grass

Po

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Martin Elder

Fri 11th Jan 2019 23:11

There are so many places that we can find peace like this. I am glad you have found one
Nice one

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 11th Jan 2019 21:35

Charming little vignette of how love can pass down the years to
strangers and enrich their lives.

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raypool

Fri 11th Jan 2019 21:07

Moving and poignant Jan. Last two lines are perfect.

Ray

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Bonaparte's

Fri 11th Jan 2019 18:42

Enjoyed this very much. Unpretentious and honest.

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