Leman to myself

AloneNo father, motherHusband or loverWho then will love me?Ah!But the wind blows and caresses me,The sun rises in a spectacular show,A piece of music touches my soulAnd my body dances with itMy eyes seeMy ears hearMy heart is open
And I knowI am lovedReally lovedAnd not aloneLeman to myselfAnd all that is aliveAround me in my isolation

— seabhac, Mar 31, 2010

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lyz

16 years 2 months ago

I lub ya!!,lol.

Aww, so sad. I enjoyed this and yet feel guilty for doing so. Only because of content, you have written well and I found a touch of comedy but sad all the same. Hugs. Love Lyz. XX

seabhac

16 years 2 months ago

Ha ha thanks Lyz

I can only post this because I am done with the snivelling and I am truly grateful for each day.Glad you enjoyed. Seabhac My but you have been a very busy girl on the site today.....

lyz

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Liz

If I can I will send you a winer and a diner from this end. Lol. If you smile and be a good girl. I am pleased to know that you are not hurting anymore. With your beautiful nature and lovely smile, all will fall into place, mark my words. We will keep u company until then. Love and hugs. By the way, did you paint the pic behind you? Gotta know, lol. Love Lyz. XX

Kinsalegreg

16 years 2 months ago

HiHemingway said that great

Hi Hemingway said that great writing derived from what you left out not what you put in - you have a crystal sparsity to this poem which is excellent. Are you using leman as mistress or lover ? or both ? or does it matter ! Beannachtaí na Cásca Patrick

seabhac

16 years 2 months ago

Ah Patrick

Mistress of myself but you are correct by virtue of the wording it must also mean lover. Self love a good point to begin from. I have a wee love of the forgotten words of the past, seldom used, the underdogs of the trendy new language that creeps in every day. The medieval time placement of this is important to me too in the write as I feel my kind of unconditional love is something of past times, not quite understood in modern times. Slan Eilis

J.Thomas

16 years 2 months ago