my occasional musings on life, love, art, perfume ... what else is there?


Love Poem

A reed in the wind
Pushed near to the ground
Who could imagine the tensile strength
Of your will.

Constantly tested
Yet you feel no pressure;
Elusive spirit
More grounded than most.

Fascinating submersion
Of ego…
Able to totally immerse
In the field.

And yet.
You are a man.
Of fragile nature, almost delicate
In your sensibility.

I am wary of that … sensitivity.
In you, who sees through sheer pretense.
You forgive much …
But believe this: I never assume your generosity.

The reed can become stiff, and unyielding.
I want never to experience that cold, cold wind
That would be life
Without you.


Blogger sojourning crow said...

self-portriat is...Joan of Arc??

Love like an eygptian...they must be siblings...

9:36 AM

Blogger mireille said...

it IS joan of arc ... and I have always thought that sculpture in the MFA was so unusual -- hard edge geometric as is most egyptian art of that period, but demonstrating human emotion.

10:02 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

They wore wigs
they shaved their heads
they had tenacious parasites in their hair.

The past; isn't it so very romantic?


10:22 AM

Blogger mireille said...

thank you, c. thank you so VERY much for that insight.

10:33 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Mwahhh!" darling. LoVe your blog. It's a habit. Always something new and fascinating to ponder. I am begging for more about that garden and that woman (you) in manila.


10:42 AM

Blogger katiedid said...

OMG, clearing - that is hilarious.

Mireille, that's a lovely poem. I like that it's active, rather than only relying on passive adjectives.

6:57 PM

Blogger mireille said...

clearing is SUCH a card, isn't she? and thanks!

6:59 PM

Blogger Yesrie said...

{{{Sigh}}} amongst yourselves, I'm verklempt :>

9:25 PM


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