(a love poem)
I remember when we spoke of death,
And whispered about dreams;
As we walked along the broken streets,
Where Paradise had been.
The honking horns, of cars and bikes,
Excessive in their speed,
When it rained – the roads were flooded,
Blocking sewers and old latrines.
The hot winds from the savanna plains,
Brought temperatures close to death;
And the mosquitoes were undeterred,
By sprays and blocking nets.
But despite all the chaos –
I remember everything we said;
So tonight my thoughts are in Paraguay,
Jealous, of the broken moonlight on your bed.
© Fingleton (Juillet 2016) (Löst Viking)
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Even an”Imperfect Paradise” is worth remembering if it is associated with cherished memories.A beautiful ‘memory ‘poem of love and longing.
THANK YOU VIJAY FOR YOUR KIND COMMENT.
beautiful <3
Thank you Joel.
Lovely!
Thank you Sunila.
And somewhere in a deserted library,the blind librarian,who might be Borges is applauding this work.
Thank you Louis…strangely I did write in the past a poem called ‘The Deserted Library’…..in the above poem….all this happened.
beautiful words soaked in love and something beyond expression
Thank you Nalini…..you are very kind.