Penelope wrote:Thank you Saffron. What a sublimely erotic poem.

Or is it just me? Any it is absolutely beautiful and one I shall keep.

Not just you. I clipped this poem from the newspaper years and years ago. It gives me goosebumps. I love the idea of being marked by ones lover -- especially smell.

For love poems this is my favorite:


How She Resolved to Act

"I shall be careful to say nothing at all
About myself or what I know of him
Or the vaguest thought I have -- no matter how dim,
Tonight if it so happen that he call."
And now ten minutes later the doorbell rang
And into the hall he stepped as he always did
With a face and a bearing that quite poorly hid
His brain that burned and his heart that fairly sang
And his tongue that wanted to be rid of the truth.
As well as she could, for she was very loath
To signify how she felt, she kept very still,
But soon her heart cracked loud as a coffee mill
And her brain swung like a comet in the dark
And her tongue raced like a squirrel in the park.


Merrill Moore (1903-1957)

this is a beautiful expression of incipient love. I especially love the last three lines.

Also this one is from Rupert Brooke

And I recall, lose, grasp, forget again
and still remember, a tale I have heard or known
An empty tale, of idleness and pain,
Of two that loved - or did not love - and one
Whose perplexed heart did evil foolishly
A long while since, and by some other sea


The painful loss of love.

This is a fragment of a poem which I read many, many years ago in 'The Reader's Digest Magazine'.....This is as much as I remember, but it is one of the poems which has lived with me ever since:-


I love God, he placed tiny little plants and mosses
in the woods
for me to wonder at.

I love God, he gave me a man
whose soul shines in his eyes,
and in his face as he sleeps,

I Love God,
He makes my children, naughty,
mischievous, quarrelsome....
and then he puts pure joy into them.
I love Him for that.

Oh, dear I just realized I posted the same poems two different places! Oh well as my husband said yesterday after gifting me with a book, I specifically told him I would not find useful only two days ago. . . getting older does make life interesting!

Oh, dear Penelope that poem is one I would want to immediately forget!

LofS wrote:

Oh, dear Penelope that poem is one I would want to immediately forget!

I know you would darling. But I liked it because it's about the different kinds of things which make us feel thankful to be alive, and joyous.

The joy comes from all kinds of different things to different people. And some times the joy just bubbles up for no obvious reason at all. Don't you just love it when that happens?

It wouldn't do for us to be all the same, now would it?

Penelope here is something that fills my weak old heart with joy. 15 yr old grandson did not do well on his exams and thus is in big trouble with his parents. They are all visiting next week and he said he can't wait to get to Maine where he is wonderful and can do no wrong.

I am so glad to be one of the two people someone can say that about! But I also find it very poignant.

Yes, joy does sometimes bubble up! I think it is from the same well that sudden depression comes from. Or maybe I should say chemicals in my brain!

I don't mean to be derogatory about your saying but truthfully I would never ever have credited God with those things much as I may enjoy them.

I think once I realized Santa was a sham it was all over for me in the faith department!

LofS

I don't mean to be derogatory about your saying but truthfully I would never ever have credited God with those things much as I may enjoy them.

Well, I know that. And I don't do worshipping either. But sometimes, I just say - 'Awe, God Love Him/Her' or 'God Bless Him/Her'. It is a heartfelt blessing.

My grandson is nine now, and he usually comes to sleep over once or twice a week, but he isn't as thrilled about it as he used to be because he likes to be home in the next village where he lives, and out on his bike with his friends.

But Roxana will be two in April and she will soon be clamouring to stay over, I hope.