Oriental Woman | Watercolor by Norbert Blei
Sequence After Su Tung-p’o
by
Leonard Cirino
Off to the north, plums
purple, some still green, the sweet
odors call me home
Walking east, the wind
in my face. Tears down cheeks, one
hill and then the next.
Mockingbirds on lines,
what jokes progress makes. They call,
jest, make fun of us.
Insects spoon while one
spins a web like a girl sings
her laments of love.
Things to be loved, you,
and the fruits of life, never
acknowledged or named.
I wanted to pen
verses for you, but instead
my heart broke open.
Where can I walk off
my cold, lost thoughts when we’re one
thousand miles apart?
wonderful painting and poems. You made my day.
Leno is one of the unsung geniuses of poetry!
That reminds me of the Plum poems to be found in George Crane’s ‘Beyond the House of the False Lama’.
The painting is exquisite. The words…convey the inevitable
joy-pain of romantic love.
We have all been there.
A universal love song in oriental garb. I particularly like the stanza “Things to be loved, you,
and the fruits of life, never
acknowledged or named.’
Thank you. Phil Hansotia
We lost Leonard to inoperable liver cancer one week ago, on 3/9.
He has been my partner, lover, best friend and teacher for the past ten years.
This beautiful treatment of his work with Norbert’s exquisite art has comforted me greatly. Thank you so very much for honoring him this way.
Gratefully,
Ava Hayes
What a truly beautiful poem and the water color is very touching. Thank you so much for sharing.
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