My pearlescent poems for you, my very best selected from my other blog TO THE RUSSIAN POETS at angelidicuoremare.blogspot.com which strangely, I can no longer edit nor add to. Anyway, welcome to the new blog my friend which is a culling of many colours and all for you in the name of lovely God, and the Trinity and my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas and other dear loved ones, of which you, also, dear reader, shine like an unnumbered Star. God bless YOU and worldwide lovely enduring POETRY...
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
BEAUTY ASKS FOR A ROSE
[to the Saviour of all saviours]
only bring me the Rose of all roses
clouded pink in winter's storms
the Arctic rose no one can comprehend
or reconfigure
the high serene silver
rose confounding moonlight
recovered by kings in flight
from their lost kingdoms
the one that is mirrored in
the starry triptych
whenever I close my eyes
only bring me the cardinal Rose, the rose of
hidden music, scrolled and scrolled the
wounded Rose
the silence of petals streaming
the heart within the heart within the heart
mary angela douglas 3 december 2009
La Belleza Pide Una Rosa
[al Salvador de todos los salvadores]
sólo me trae la rosa de todas las rosas
rosa empañado por las tormentas de invierno
la rosa del Ártico que nadie puede comprender
o reconfigurar
la plata sereno alta
se levantó la luna de confusión
recuperado por los reyes en vuelo
de sus reinos perdidos
el que se refleja en
el tríptico de estrellas
cada vez que cierro mis ojos
sólo me trae la rosa cardenal, la rosa de
música oculta, para desplazar y desplazar la
Rosa herida
el silencio de los pétalos que ondeaban
el corazón dentro del corazón dentro del corazón
mary angela douglas 3 december 2009
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