Commanding the stage
and the fine musicians
bestowed with the honour
of accenting your wisdom
you spill your honeyed words
into our eager consciousness
serenely smiling
like a holy man
In your seventy-fifth year
you sing your psalms and stories
with the voice of a God
but soothing now
no questions asked
but an acceptance
that there are
no answers
You were the crutch, the mainstay
of my thoughtful youth
a comforting validation
that someone more austere than I
could strip away veneer
and see the sewers and the sunsets
the sinner and the sainted
and cosset them in blankets
of words rendering them timeless
Thank you, Leonard.
A contest entry
- Leonard Cohen by individuality.
700 points, ended July 14, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
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When I first saw this, I thought, oh no, but after reading this, it is quite the masterpiece. There is something so special in the words you wrote, I very much liked it. -
congrats on the trophy..i love this
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ahh... so much packed into this little beauty...
"...a comforting validation
that someone more austere than I
could strip away veneer
and see the sewers and the sunsets
the sinner and the sainted
and cosset them in blankets
of words which make them timeless..."
These words in particular touch me today...
Thank you for writing this poem, liltandrhyme.
I extend well-deserved congratulations on placing in this contest!
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You have Cohen's aura here, especially with the image, "serenely smiling
like a holy man".
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This is beautiful. So very Leonard Cohen.
Mariana
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You have penned a most wonderful tribute to this artist. Beautifully written and I wish you all the very best!
Linda
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