My Valentines

[Cerulean]

A Valentine for Huda, my Iraqui student

 

 

Will you sift through the sand for his blood, my love

Will you rub through the mud of your tears?

Will the lies in their eyes guide your hands, my love

Will the lie of the land calm your fears?

Will they choke on the bones of your love, my dove

Will they splinter the span of your smile?

Or will night clasp your light in its glove, my love

Starving the dawn with its wile.

 

 

 

 

 

A Valentine for my mother

 

 

Hell is in the spaces

between words docking,

this time we're clocking,

ears pressed to the phone,

choking on pauses.

 

The lore of love says -

you won't ask me to come home,

because you know I can't

 

refuse you.

 

 

 

 

 

Anti-Valentine, from Dubai

 

 

8000 miles from Washington,

800 from Baghdad.

You make me want to burn the Union Jack.

Those things you seek to take aren't yours,

Such filth won't wash from stinking claws.

Some things, once sold,

Can never be bought back.

 

 

 

 

A Valentine for him

 

 

Thanks -

for the joy

the heart-glue

and you.

[The Portrait of Zool]

Nice. Happy Valentine's day to you!

[Cyril Darkcloud]

What better things to read

on a day better known

for softer words

and sugared sentiments

than the clear cadences

that are born of the stern

and vigorous movements

with which the heart

pumps unsweetened blood?

 

Cerulean, these pieces are stunning. In fact, it was a real pleasure to be logged on this morning and watch them take shape over in the Writers’ Workshop.

 

You have quite a talent.

[Gyrfalcon]

The half-elf applauds- as always, Cerulean's poetry is simple yet powerful.

[Rune]

I have read through these poems at least 10 times nowadays. I keep trying to put into words what I wanted to say, but I cant. The first one is most impressive, for some reason it really hits me hard. The rest are amazing as well.

 

Thank you for sharing.