SONG OF PABLO’S SON

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    SONG OF PABLO’S SON

    Tonight, I can also write the saddest lines.

    Words of goodbye. Of eternal longing.
    The stars scintillate a dance that has long ended.
    The winds hum a song long unsung.

    My soul is an open book with no words.
    No letters. Empty as an urn with lonely ashes.
    My heart is a pen that can’t write any tale but sadness.

    My body searches for the warmth of women
    dear Pablo wrote about. Where are they?

    Where is the beautiful nude?
    Where is that beauty, simple as her hand when naked?
    Where is the mermaid that swam to her dying?
    Why is she not with me?
    Why is she not sharing my loneliness?

    Tonight, I can also write the saddest lines.

    This is all. In the absolution of dusk,
    I can hear Old Pablo babbling.
    Same deceit and illusions.
    My soul is not satisfied because I can not bring my love.




    (*with my respects to my favorite poet Pablo Neruda)

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    Nicko7 commented on SONG OF PABLO’S SON

    10-09-2010

    i have never heard of the poet Pablo Neruda but if he inspires you to such great heights i shall be checking him out

    HarverTomsson commented on SONG OF PABLO’S SON

    06-04-2009

    Dead men tell no tales, but old men do. They will entertain you with what should have happened as though it actually did. And masterful old poets suggest so that thoughts will come to your consciousness and linger, just as yours have done. You write in the spirit of the master, grasshopper.

    marxred commented on SONG OF PABLO’S SON

    04-24-2009

    pablo neruda is my favorite poet....great tribute! "love is so short. forgetting is so long." absolutely true. thanks, dennis

    Shelby commented on SONG OF PABLO’S SON

    04-21-2009

    This is great!

    RymaHouri commented on SONG OF PABLO’S SON

    03-23-2009

    very cool, full of longing with sadness

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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