The Nature Of Love


You could say there's a rune drawn on a leaf
thereafter follows a new season


    No art prospers in the valley
    where eyes meet like rivers.

    Only the tumbling waves 
    have a palette for rainbows, 

    droplets sparkle as facets
    of the rarely won gemstone.

    Only the tumbling, babbling waves
    overwhelm all questions.


    Not for me, nor the honeybee,
    this sweetness
    I place in your pocket.

    It is for you to love
    a shadow soothed away 
    by radiating Sun.


I start as a chirp
you love me
I end a sonata

◄ Words To A Playground Tune

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jennifer Malden

Fri 21st Jun 2019 15:26

Really beautiful language / greatly enjoyed it. Jennifer

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Candice Reineke

Fri 21st Jun 2019 14:26


Devon Brock

Fri 21st Jun 2019 11:04

There is so much gorgeous in this poem, it is difficult to say anything with my jaw on the floor. Beautiful stuff, Adam.

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