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AND SHE SAID : For Ann Harvey UPDATED]

 

And she said:

 And she said:

"I sit at the kitchen window

Wrapped in a robe of velvet and silk

A blanket of wool blue  and gold

That mamma made some time ago

Night falls cold

Across the mountain tops

Where Nordic lights

Dance to my own fantasies

And arctic winds call strident melodies

To driven snow across northern seas

From Ireland to Scotland

They come

Sing to me in my Norway

I ride on Winter’s wings

Safe and warm

In a robe of velvet and silk

A blanket of wool blue  and gold

Wrapped around my soul

And

I will live forever"

 

— Geremia, Jun 28, 2010

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magics02

15 years 11 months ago

Wonderful

Your poems are always so light and breezy, so well thought of thoughts and visions of love. I really like this one Longo and missed reading you. Love and Hugs to you Mona
Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Joe

It made me cry ... but its bloody beautiful and I know our Ann will love it ... love and millions of hugs to you hun love JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Mille grazie il mio Longobardolino.

Ann of Norway As you, my Longobardolino, in your blanket curled, send poems to me so beautifully unfurled,  by winds from northern parts, their hearts, of Ireland,(!) Noroway,  and writing thus you thank their very cores,  your words wash up as shell-bottles  carrying their messages to me, rocked by that great big sea, the sea of life. This is a most lovely poem Joseph, Guiseppe,  of Italy and Ireland, and Romany roaming,  I love thee. Annuccia. Only just now did I really see that it wasn't about you ad you usually write about you and I just assumed it was, so thank you again for this lovely But I really could picture you with your mother's knitted rug as you have described that too, in one of your other poems, it will do for both of us won't it? Both in a state of needing consolation at life's fates. And we shall both live for ever, amen.
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shirley harrison

15 years 11 months ago

Ciao Longo

beautiful piece of poetry for beautiful women! i just had goose bumps at the end of your poem Bravo ! shirley harrison