|
Post by The Tipsy Broker on Apr 24, 2011 13:34:09 GMT -6
stevenfranciswales.blogspot.com/To Bethena I missed your love and kindness, your soul of souls, but beauty with its assorted delinquents and trinkets never fades or wilts, and 'tho I nest amongst adders in the dawn I am at the gentle mercy of you always. Those eyes, that smile, a face which had all the answers and hangs forever, a portrait in my chest. Oh to have known you darling Bethena! To have held your hand and walked with you, both poets on fire, a furious blaze all together smothering the page. I gaze into your eyes, those chessnut pools and know what might have been is happening now in the emerald garden where your delicate touch is freezing the furies. Bethena! Gone before your time but time itself will be your tribute as those you Love remember you, and this ode, testament of your inspiration which reshaped the horizons of a distant hand. Oh to have known you! But content am I to know that you live on, triumphed over crocodiles and sending Love in butterflies... @steven Francis poems 2010
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2011 16:51:54 GMT -6
every time I read this, I can't help but cry, but they are tears that needed to fall anyway normally. So thank you more than I know how to say Yes she does have something special going on with butterflies Bless you dear friend
|
|
|
Post by Rev. Agave on Apr 24, 2011 16:59:19 GMT -6
Excellent poem, Steve. You are a true testament to this board.
|
|
|
Post by The Tipsy Broker on Apr 25, 2011 2:03:22 GMT -6
Thanks Agave And Janet, it shows how special she really is, inspiring somebody who sadly never got to meet her
|
|