Poet and Painter
When she speaks
light breaks from her lips
and stars vibrate like bees.
Her words, like galaxies, crown the night.
Her orange and red mountains,
complex sentences of stone and water,
move across the eye of the world
to lie down where the horizon holds them.
When she speaks, light echoes
and a murmuration of starlings
sweeps the mirage of blue sky
in unplanned bliss.
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Bruce Parker
Review by Dave Mehler
This is simply a masterful and beautiful love poem. I’ve spent the last year or so writing a manuscript of love ‘sonnets’ in the vein of initial inspiration from Neruda. This particular piece out Neruda’s Neruda in my opinion, or at the very least matches him. I’m envious.
Stars vibrate like bees? Her orange and red mountains,/complex sentences of stone and water?! Her words, like galaxies, crown the night.? Tight, terse images and crisp language which are characteristic of this poet’s style and voice, at the top of his game. Diane must be pleased!