emotions leave the wombs of souls
nakedness of pearls forgotten on the shore
inside the warmth of the unknown
the mystery of you is locked
somebody’s wearing yellow, sign of death
the ocean’s mortuary room
your hands stretch all the waves toward the North
my ankles stuck in sand
hibiscuses bloom in the bed
a cat is running outdoors
over the world
the breath of love and death
a verse from you
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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67 thoughts on “the breath of love and death #poem #poetry”
Your words are what my soul needs G. Beautiful!
Aw.. you are so kind, Ash. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope it’s not too cold and you can take your bike out. Be happy.
The pleasure is always mine. Today is what we Newfoundlanders would call, “cold, wet, and miserable” but, it provides the best mood to read and write. Love those cozy days. Take care!!
Then enjoy your readings. “Cozy” sounds great.
Take care, Ash.
le emozioni lasciano i grembi delle anime
nudità di perle dimenticate sulla riva
dentro il calore dell’ignoto
il mistero di te è bloccato
qualcuno indossa il giallo, segno di morte
le porte della camera mortuaria dell’oceano
le tue mani allungano tutte le onde verso nord
le mie caviglie sono bloccate nella sabbia
gli ibischi sbocciano nel letto
un gatto corre all’aperto
il respiro dell’amore e della morte
un verso da te
sento Keats dopo averti letta: grazie e saluti dall’Italia
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Flavio. Your translations make my days beautiful.
“sento Keats dopo averti letta” I knew you were going to catch that one 🙂 I am honored. Thank you again.
greetings from Italy
Thank you again for your kindness, Flavio.
Truly enjoyed! Beautiful & meaningful as always 💕💕
Thank you so much, Victoria. I am humbled by the praise.
Wow! So beautiful. . .
I am delighted you enjoyed it. Thank you so much.
Another masterpiece, dear G! 😊❤️🌺
Thank you so much, my dearest, Winnie. You are a real gem.
You’re very much welcome, dear G! 🤗❤️🌺
Your words are beautiful and full of meaning, as usual.
Aw.. thank you so much my dear Luisa ❤️🌸❤️🌸🙏
As always, a very beautiful poem. Lovely inages
Thank you so much, David. I am glad you think so.
May you have a beautiful weekend.
You’re very welcome, and may you have a beautiful weekend as well
Beautiful, mesmerizing words!
Thank you so much, my dear 💕🌸🌸🌺💜🙏
My utmost pleasure! ❤️💙🌺😊
Sadness beneath such beauty … as it reads to me
You always read me right, Eric. You are a mystery, not me 🙂
Mystery, me? Says he smiling!
Yes, mystery you 🙂
Guess I disappear at weekends…
I guess… 🙂
G, this poem is incredibly beautiful, and so steeped in layers that magnify that beauty. Your work always spans the vastness of time, history, literature, your emotions from such deep places. Someone wearing yellow, the mortuary of the ocean, the hibiscus in the bed, the Pompeian red…. for me, I felt like it was a breath in time for lovers, the moment before a catastrophe, an eruption, the space between love and life and death.
Truly gorgeous G, I love it so much.
Have a beautiful weekend
You are so kind, Rachel. Thank you from the bottom of my heart from the praise. It warms every fiber of my body. You are an angel.
Have a magnificent weekend.
Love and hugs to you.
Your writing deserves all of the praise and the kindness in the world. You do too.
Gabriela, I know you like to leave your poems open to interpretation of your readers, but I would seriously love to know what meanings are in your mind as you write sometimes, the references I know that are there that I may miss… those layers.
Oceans and centuries of love and hugs to you dear friend xoxo
Thank you again, Rachel.
To be honest with you some of my writings are related to real events. However, the majority of them are not. In most cases I do other things and all of the sudden I feel the need to drop everything and write. I write under the distinctive impression that somebody dictates to me. That it’s not me who writes. I do not know why this is happening to me. Probably it happens to others too. Honestly I keep wondering if everything is ok with me. 🙂
I have a friend who is a psychiatrist. He says it happens to most writers. I do not know, sweetheart. Perhaps you do 🙂
“Honestly I keep wondering if everything is ok with me.” I think that this shows completely the opposite, that you have a creative talent that takes hold and you listen and immerse yourself in it. I agree with your psychiatrist friend ❤️. Thank you for sharing this wonderful insight into your writing 😘💝🌺❤️
Rachel, thank you so much for your kind reply. It means a lot to me. 🙏💕💝🌸🌺🌸
Thank you sweetheart 💕
This is beautiful! You have a gift.
Aw.. I am delighted by your words, dear. Thank you.
Oh the colour rich scene is so in conflict amd yet so perfect!
Thank you so much for your beautiful comment, my dear.
Thank you so much 😊
You are very graciously welcome so much.
I love this
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Loved it G. It pains a very surreal picture
Thank you so much, Megha. Your words always mean a lot to me.
and you totally deserve it, G.
Thank you so much, my dear
Thank you so much, dear.
absolutely taken away by the imagery and the impact of the last words ” Pompeian Red”. i think its something that’s gonna stick with me for a long time 🙂
Thank you for your wonderful words. They mean a lot to me.
Have a gorgeous 2020.