Let me

raindrops

You smile sadly at me
Disappointed once more
The love that was isn’t
The timing seems all wrong

Come, let me make you laugh
Let me tell you stories
Of moons that swing on trees
And dance with vapor trails

Of a lost unicorn
Stranded in someone’s dream
Who ran with fireflies
Until you fell asleep

Come let me show you snowflakes
Frozen in summer heat
Gold starbursts in tidal pools
And nebulous puppy grins

Let my thumbs erase
The sorrow from your brow
As I tell you of an old volcano
Burning against all odds

Of a forgotten wild grass
Sweet as barley in springtime
Soft as heather in the breeze
Warm to the pilgrim’s bed

Come to the edge of rain
With me and pluck a drop
For the double rainbow
Waiting in the sunshine

You smile gently at me
Recognizing once more
The love that was and is
The timing seems quite right

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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33 Responses to Let me

  1. Carma says:

    Yet again, you speak to my life.

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  2. arjaybe says:

    Beautiful pictures, M. And a happy ending!-)

    rjb

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  3. themodernidiot says:

    Love how you write the ordinary into fantastical. Piques my interest to the stories behind. Wish I could grab a cafe chair and wile away some hours. That, would be an awesome convo 🙂

    Love also the purple flowers, what are they?

    Saw that exact same sky last night. It’s cool how the moonlight looks like it wants to bathe the edges of the clouds in rainbow colors; but because it is quiet night and half the world is sleeping, it reluctantly stays just this side of “Fabuloouus!”

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    • emmylgant says:

      That would be a fun convo! I have a few questions myself!
      The purple thingy smells sweet in the morning( bonus) a bit like freesia, but not so heady. I think it’s “solanium” or something like that. The bush is in bloom from june till the cold hits, and sometimes it keeps putting a blossom just for the hell of it… Or to cheer us on, don’t know.
      A friend of mine says that every day is an adventure, you just have to find it (or make it up). That’s what I do here. 🙂
      Great harvest moon doing her thing right now.Yes. Fabulous and potent magic!

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  4. john zande says:

    Another perfect little movie scene. French film, of course.

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  5. PapaBear says:

    Just a piece of sheer brilliance, Emm. As I read one line I was already reaching for the next. Really nice !

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  6. Willy Nilly says:

    Em. Your enchanted pen has farcaster powers! I find myself teleported by words that paint visions and speak of an unrequited love suddenly returned with a smile. Willy has gone all pie plate eyed since I read this to him. 🙂

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    • emmylgant says:

      You made me reach for a fictionnary! My magic wand has farcaster powers… Cool! 😉
      Sweet Wee dragon, the inspiration for this came first from a sad smile, then from your last post. I saw Sonia’s smile and ran with it…

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      • Willy Nilly says:

        Oh my, Em! Now I’m pie plate eyed as well. Now I know why I felt so connected to your poem. I really have seen that smile before. I’m honored and touched that Sonia’s smile inspired part of this beautiful poem. It was Dan Simmons’ Hyperion Cantos with his farcaster device I thought of when I read your poem. The farcaster allowed one to travel the universe to spellbinding worlds and back home again in time for dinner. Your magic pen does that too. 😉

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  7. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Lovely… Love it!

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  8. tonyprance says:

    Nice one Emm….

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  9. Joseph Wahome says:

    This is truly enchanting, Emm. Such a reconnection to nature. I now have a place I’ll be retreating for my poetry needs. Keep them beautiful pieces coming. 🙂

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  10. Il n’y a personne qui ecrit comme toi, cherie.
    Encore les images magiques qui me transportent dans un meilleur monde.
    Et une histoire triste et presque heureuse, mais je suis pas convaincu.
    Merci.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Et personne n’écrit comme toi non plus. Le mot juste quand il faut et pas plus.
      Je suis une grande rêveuse, tu sais bien.
      J’ai appris à tes côtés.
      Merci.

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