When I walked past the red chair …
I totally knew,
that you had been there …
The scent of your skin,
Remained in the air.
... I looked and looked …
But all I could do,
Was whisper a prayer.
© jan leree 2012
Echo:
shhh, the willows and the pines
are kneeling in the spring air,
echoing your silent prayer
along horizoned mountain lines.
Guest Poet: (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012
If the trees can pause to kneel ...
Then surely, I can hold myself,
in the memory of your scent ...
wait for the mourning...
and be still.
(c) jan leree 2012
...a bier in the morning,
and i'm mourning, dear
(c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012
I totally knew,
that you had been there …
The scent of your skin,
Remained in the air.
... I looked and looked …
But all I could do,
Was whisper a prayer.
© jan leree 2012
Echo:
shhh, the willows and the pines
are kneeling in the spring air,
echoing your silent prayer
along horizoned mountain lines.
Guest Poet: (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012
If the trees can pause to kneel ...
Then surely, I can hold myself,
in the memory of your scent ...
wait for the mourning...
and be still.
(c) jan leree 2012
...a bier in the morning,
and i'm mourning, dear
(c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012
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