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...
Thursday, June 9, 2022
IT ISN'T SO MUCH MAGIC, AS IT IS BEAUTY
it isn't so much magic as it is, beauty
she said to herself coming upon the scene suddenly:
the unexpected snowfalls, the lemon leaf reigning
then falling at your feet and the sweep of it
the panorama close at hand.
how can I let you understand that this is
something dreamed yet wide awake.
a flaking of stars; transpositions of where you are
to where you could never be, had never been.
and this is mystery and the red rose gathered and
still rooted in the ground and the lost and found, the when
of every childhood minute you gazed at the sky
willing the clouds to stay
not so much wondering
as dreaming, why
can't they?
mary angela douglas 15 april 2016
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