Friday, August 27, 2010

MY LOVE, THERE IS NO WINTER


My love, there is no winter,
here,
in the suburbs of my heart;
the house wrens never leave
for warmer ground.

No snow-capped mountain peaks
to loom and freeze your climb;
at the apex of this heart,
nothing but tropic heat,
wild and tropic heart-heat
of a wildly throbbing heartbeat.
What is a little fog compared to frost;
love may lose her way
but the song will not be lost--
long as restless wrens
are twittering in the portals,
inviting you to enter,
enter into my aorta,
its arterial rural streams
to the tropical rainforest
of my soul.

In my soul there is no winter,
only cool, clear springs of water
and the green, cascading laughter
of an unpolluted river.

Water falling, flowing, filling
love pools full of lovers
wading, bathing, diving, swimming,
drinking, filling,
pouring pitchers full of liquid
life and love
from pellucid pools of love.
Follow my forest river,
forever-flowing river,
to the womb-warm waters
of tranquility.
Bask and bathe in rainbows
in the sunny, sandy idyll of my bay,
my sheltered cay;
in the womb-warm waters
of the Sea of Me.

My love, there is no winter
in my heart;
only sunshine, endless sunshine,
nothing but endless sunshine,
with a little rain of course.

Copyright ©2010 by G. Newton V. Chance
Posted by G. NEWTON V. CHANCE at 2:37 PM

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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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