Alight Upon My Sleeve
for D’Anthra Adderley
was it Plato who claims, who wrote about
animals and small children
having no knowledge of danger
that is until a hand is placed in fire
or soft feet are injured
crossing broken glass
she hears me growl
she approaches me anyway
comes near enough to hear
to be heard, to be embraced
what a woman, new as petals
just appearing
one wonders about what’s delicate
about what’s beautiful
emerging in this harsh world, daring to
“This world was never meant,”
says Don McLean of Vincent Van Gogh,
“for one as beautiful as you.”
this is true for her too, I’d say
but she might be as tough as bark of trees
or there might be guardian angels
protecting what’s lovely
what possesses petals, wings
what a dress she wore last evening
as she turned and walked away
how my quick eyes wrapped her round
to undress her or to clothe her
with swift affection
“How perfectly made she is!”
I concluded and sighed
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
2:02 a.m. 21.07.09
for D’Anthra Adderley
was it Plato who claims, who wrote about
animals and small children
having no knowledge of danger
that is until a hand is placed in fire
or soft feet are injured
crossing broken glass
she hears me growl
she approaches me anyway
comes near enough to hear
to be heard, to be embraced
what a woman, new as petals
just appearing
one wonders about what’s delicate
about what’s beautiful
emerging in this harsh world, daring to
“This world was never meant,”
says Don McLean of Vincent Van Gogh,
“for one as beautiful as you.”
this is true for her too, I’d say
but she might be as tough as bark of trees
or there might be guardian angels
protecting what’s lovely
what possesses petals, wings
what a dress she wore last evening
as she turned and walked away
how my quick eyes wrapped her round
to undress her or to clothe her
with swift affection
“How perfectly made she is!”
I concluded and sighed
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
2:02 a.m. 21.07.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 2:21 AM
3 Comments:
I am flattered to find that I have sparked your inspiration. The poem is beautiful.I am far from perfect though.
Thank you Obi.
Your responses are like being touched in just the right ways, in just the right places, DA. I thank you for somehow knowing instinctively how to stir in, how to stir up joy. How enriched I am by your having stumbled into the room that's my life and into my senses.
ah..a new beauty to caress with the arms of your magical pen..what a delight to read, i wish i could see this DA,at the moment that she turned and walked away and the wrapping begun!
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