for all of us
My country is cold,
with knifed mountains
that tear the old lace of saudade,
that word born
where the Mediterranean kisses
the southern coast of Europe;
as far from where I stand
as you are. These feelings
die in the northeast, cannot live
where we once burned magic
and scrubbed passion raw
with lye soap: Puritan country,
unvarnished, severing ties
is where I live, far from you.
You, heat-drowned, lost in patterns
of days I will never know,
and nights dreaming
no longer of me but what is possible.
Dang, Girl. This is fine stuff.
I think you’re channeling my new life. I spent the afternoon soaking up the rays on the front patio after a picnic with the kids at the park and a quick pass by the beach where the Mediterranean kisses the coast of Europe.
Saudade (longing) brought me here at last.
big, huge sigh….sounds gorgeous!
((SIGH)) also. I want to eat the light and colors with a big spoon. 🙂
Yum, like rainbow sherbet…
You know, it’s quite like that. There’s lots of peach, pink, yellow and then the massive blue sky. 🙂
Thank you, Paul!
Saudade , the word born where the Mediterranean kisses the southern coast of Europe.. Very clever! Love how you put it..
Thank you, Patricia!
BEAUTIFUL rapturous poetry Susan! We should dress in this energy! THAT’S why we read you ! Faithfully Debbie
Aw, Deb–thank you!