Who can thwart the winter sun,
From warming into spring?
Starving all the honey bees,
Which fly on fragile wing.
Who can make the garden rose,
Grow without it’s thorn ?
Defenseless to the eager hand,
Across it's beauty drawn.
Who can starve the alpine peaks,
From their icy crest?
And cease life’s virgin droplets,
Before their maiden quest.
Who can make the droughted stream,
Flow with tears of bliss?
Watering the barren land,
With liquid touch and kiss.
Who can crush the jagged rock,
To filter through my hand?
Destroying false foundations,
Releasing into sand.
Who can build love’s palace,
With our melodies imbued?
Gilded bright with our devotion,
Everlastingly renewed.
Who can coax faint whispered clouds,
To flood the land at will?
With an electrifying dance,
And knives of light that kill.
Who can reach the blue above,
And hold it in their hand?
And give it as a gift to me,
From beyond this fertile land.
Who can force one blade of grass,
To grow as one blade only?
Below the tree where shadows be,
Forever lost and lonely.
Who can turn the shamrock field,
Into four leafed clover?
And grant my wishes endlessly,
Until my life is over.
...You can.
By alby
5.11.2007
Author notes
re-posted
Stanzas alternate with negative/positve thoughts to reflect the uneasy stage of new love before time settles everything into a place of comfort.
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Hmmmm... I was so drawn in by this. Though I saw the category, it read so much like a 'spiritual' piece (as if referring to God). I love your gift for constructing strong, dazzling edifices of emotion then making them fluid and flexible enough to sway under the power of deep sighs of reflection's squint (whatever that means...smiling). This was pure-excellence. Another piece I see I missed. I think I have to number them all carefully...Bravo!
AsIThink...
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What a dazzling comment my friend! I love that long sentence in the middle. lol. Can you just say that again!
I am glad you liked this poem and saw a spiritual side to my words. Thank you so much...alby 
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lol...you mean this one? "I love your gift for constructing strong, dazzling edifices of emotion then making them fluid and flexible enough to sway under the power of deep sighs of reflection's squint (whatever that means...smiling)."
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lol. Yeah...that's the one! Thanks. lol
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I couldn't find the answer, for every time I thought I did, the next stanza changed it... then in the end, as I found my self somewhat lost, you gave me the answer!
I didn't believe you... then it occured to me, yes... with the love I can feel in my heart... I could move mountains and I could capture a star. How could I have forgotten?
Thank you alby, poetry and a heart at its finnest!Ronald A J Pitre
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Awwww, such a sweet comment. It's nice to know my words can bring you back to a place of wonderful love, which had been left forgotten for too long. Thank you beyond my words...alby
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Marvelous, such a creative way to capture both the fear and the wonder. Excellent!
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ahhh quite a surprise ending, for as I read, I thought. Only God can make those things ocur. but i imagine love can also make things happen or appear to happen. thank you.
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You are now the second person to interpret this poem as if I was giving examples of God's power. I can see that is a justified take, but yes, this was a metaphore for the unsettled early stages of love when two are getting to know each other. One minute everything is grand, then through misunderstandings, the world seems to plummet until finally through time and knowledge of each other that place of contentment is found.
alby
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You are so competent in every poem you post and this is no exception, I love the word choices spilling over into wonderful excesses. it is a pleasure to read.
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Ohh...Thank you Ronnica, you are such a blessing...alby
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Beyond Amor Omnia Vincit
A s shamrock field to four leaf clover
L inks laughter, light, all waiting over,
B eyond all wishes latent thought
Y earn to surface, insight taught.
A blade of grass afraid of glass
L ooks through life's mirror, time may pass
B eyond past grief, relief is shown,
Y ears fade away, once lone now grown.
A tent of blue belongs to you
L ingers long beyond dusk's hue,
B eyond one hand whose clap is heard
Y our will stays my command preferred.
A palace high, strong wings to fly
L ifts gifts to summits, soothing sigh,
B eyond night, day our interplay
Y east feast may grow in every way.
A s drought's reign's reined by rain of joy
L et liquid thread all art employ
B eyond comparisons proved barren
Y et never ferried by dark Charon.
A rising rose's petals blow,
L eave Earth for rebirth who may know ?
B eyond frond tears may blooms unfold
Y our story's told, no tocsin tolled ...
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Promise...sing
for : Which moves across the lawn.
perhaps
Across its beauty drawn.
for : Who can make the droughted stream
perhaps drought dried
for : With every touch and kiss.
perhaps With liquid touch and kiss.
for : Destroying all foundations,
Releasing into sand.
perhaps Destroying false foundations,
Dust into dust, sand spanned.
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Thank you for your wonderful poetic reply and for your line suggestions. I have made some changes. Much appreciated...alby
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Outstanding!
This poem has the perfect flow and message. The imagery and emotion are strong and engulfing for your reader to enjoy with pleasure. An awesome dedication also. Truly a masterpiece! Don
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Thank you for such a wonderful comment Don. I appreciate your visit...alby
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you have captured the pure innocent hope of a new love, the anticipation of all that can be, the endless wonder of another in so many natural ways. you have a good grasp on what it should be like. superb penning...Artis
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Thank you artis, glad you liked it...alby
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