Learning

There are gradients of love -

deep hues without grace of names,

that taste of mango and honeyed pear.

 

I search with my fingertips, like wings spread

delicate upon the breath of a dying season,

for the lingering exaltation of a passionate horizon,

but I find only empty skies, when there should be clouds

softening the sinking glow of a stubborn sun.

 

There are gradients of love -

I have spent a lifetime trying to express,

with failing words, flavors I have yet to know.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

how i enjoy seeing life through your eyes..

you see the world in multitudes of savor and shades of sentiment

we're going to have to get your tastebuds checked Sarah, because these words exude the most heavenly essence

another wonderful piece of art

:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You humble me, thank you so much!

[Antonio Valentino]

youre very welcome :)

[Ed Hart]

yes, the gradients of love are part earned and part grace...this has your usual lovely favor and flavor

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Ed...means a lot coming from you.

[Leigh]

Very thought provoking for me, this is a great way of explaining this deep subject, we are all learning I suppose.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Always... :) Thank you!

[Jack...]

I find the classroom of love is typical to most as far as the attendees are corcerned. Some get it with ease, seeing the true colors that vibrantly appear while others have to study hard to understand all of the inner workings of this emotion. Your poem speaks of the latter my friend. us who learn more and more about it each day, books open, noses buried deep, taking in all that is needed to pass the test. Very nicely done my friend.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, Jack...I think you are one who it comes naturally to. Your words speak of love in volumes I could not touch. Thank you so much, though, for your kind words!

[K. Louis]

I feel the honesty in your words here, and when that happens, your voice is strong. I really enjoyed the image you left in that second stanza. Yes, always learning. Well done Sarah.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, K.

[Mark]

An explorer od deserts and ice you are. Loved this one.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you for reading this one, Mark :)

[TL Boehm]

that whole middle section is just stellar. finger tips like wings spread, the breath of a dying season the sinking glow of a stubborn sun. Beautiful. Then wrapping it up in color and flavor - exquisite writing.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You humble me, TL...thank you!

[Tarry Franck]

Great job dear Girl Friday

[Frieda P]

A bittersweet notion here Friday, and now I know where Pryde's ethereal clouds came from, sometimes we do have our heads in the clouds about love and its different degrees of intensity, and most times we just have to let her rip, there are so many colors to this rainbow we call love. Well done as always!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Frieda!

[Pete Langley]

Is this a bigger problem for poets?.....that their articulate, musical, idyllic thoughts and phrases somehow outstrip what is attainable, so that a near-idyll can be hard to recognise? I love the last two lines, Sarah. P.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I think you are right, Pete...it is more difficult. It's great to see you, by the way!!!