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Tender
by Ryan NardiLove bless you and keep you,
Fairy Princess,
Golden-ringed Perfumer,
Light toes on the meadow,
Trusted Garderner
who watched the infant
Olympian sleep.
You leash me with lilacs
and ribbons of silver light;
you bless me and keep me,
and thankful as hands are my eyes.
Thankful as altars,
my eyes see a stream
through the smoke,
no longer incensed,
no longer red.
On a knoll under heaven
I lay my head beneath
or beside your breasts.
And your endurance
and vegetarian sense
keep me from plunging
headlong into turquoise abyss
in search of Jehovahs and Christs
and dark alchemy
of solitary nights
spent wishing for purpose.
I have found a god and confessor,
and no idol of ivory,
cornice of ice with a face
of a childlike wight
could interpret the shape
of the luxury of her
when I close my eyes. 03/31/2008 Author's Note: No poem, either, can live up to the task of praising her, yet it would be a sin not to try.
Posted on 04/01/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/01/08 at 03:03 AM I think you did a fine job. Loved it. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 04/01/08 at 03:43 AM Breath-taking. Beautiful. Your quest to praise her is lyrical and profound. Wonderfully done! ~N |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/02/08 at 12:33 AM Certainly well titled. It is indeed a tender regard. Saddens me somewhat to see the giver so slighted in the midst of a gift's accolades. How it must wound His heart. But again, I rebound with a renewed desire to say thank you for reminding me to say thank you. Beautiful poem. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/04/10 at 03:07 PM Luscious vocabulary and moving images in this fine POTD! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/04/10 at 08:13 PM sounds like worthy praise to me. great piece, and congrats on potd! |
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