Rhondasail at Old Poetry

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toi et moi ( you and me) at allpoetry
I miss you so much I want to cry...
capacity at allpoetry
Life is like...an ocean of the sweetest wine flowing endlessly, and we have only the tiniest cup from which we sip, never thinking to submerge ourselves within the depths of it's intoxicating vintage.
...flowers in the sun at allpoetry
Someone painted flowers on the dunes today. Bright yellow, pink and purple winking among the greens. Colors have sprung up almost overnight, as if the beach is having a parade to say goodbye to all the summer visitors.

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on Beauty that Is Never Old by James Weldon Johnson, on August 27
I love that this is written with no gender or specific personhood...it is a man to his wife, or to his lover, a son to his mother, a daughter to her father, a soul to its creator....all of us know this feeling of encirling Love that never is old...a very precious write indeed. Peace, Rhonda
on Let these be your desires by Khalil Gibran, on May 2
Is there a more realistic shape to love? I adore this poet.
on Baby's World by Rabindranath Tagore, on April 3

Tremendously insightful
"I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind; and out beyond all bounds"...Tagore writes beautifully of the true innocence we are born with and the true freedom we often have lost in our adulthood. I am reminded of the old saying 'everything I ever NEEDED to know I learned in kindergarten'...Wistful...love this man's work.
on Rubaiyat 29 by Shams al-Din Hafiz, on January 19
I like the simplicity of this , but somehow I fel the original is more culturally inclusive. Though this is sweet in a western way, I feel it is missing something from the original...something deep and essential...perhaps it cannot be translated, perhaps there are no words in English to equal Hafiz' original thought, but even if the form was less perfect the essence would be better served. Peace, Rhonda