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by Maria Costello
Let words do
what lips cannot
flow into us
warm as milk
our mouths the petals
of a child.
Let the heart see
what eyes merely perceive
the heart is a golden angel
asters entwined
in her robe of jewels.
Who am I to contemplate
mysteries of soul
where we really go
at night
who am I
to understand.
But of these words
I give to you
a message of song
from the hollow
of a maiden conch shell.
by Maria Costello
May 22, 2001
Lausanne, Switzerland
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ohhh… so beautiful and mysterious at the same time! This is the first of your poems i have read and lokkk forward to more.
Very ontological and metaphysical motif. I dig the arrangement, it adds a rhythmic cadence to the prose.
vr,
Mr.J
So sorry I didn’t see your wonderful comments until now. Thank you so much for your feedback!