Friday, August 30, 2013

Speaking in Tongues

Do you remember when we spoke
in the language of gods;
in the old tongue,
tender and true?

Whisper to me, again,
of your days and nights,
of fruit ripening in the sun.
Tell me the secrets of the stars.

Hold me in your song;
swing me on a promise.
Teach me, again, to hope.




This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.
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19 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorAugust 30, 2013 at 11:20 AM

    This is a gorgeous poem.. one to please the senses and the intellect at the same time.

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorAugust 30, 2013 at 11:21 AM

    This is a gorgeous poem.. one to please the senses and the intellect at the same time.

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  3. hedgewitchAugust 30, 2013 at 11:25 AM

    Agree with Kerry--the language of the gods that we borrow for our most important speeches, poetic and otherwise, well displayed here, Mary.

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  4. aspiritofsimplicityAugust 30, 2013 at 11:26 AM

    I love this. brilliant. I love every single bit of the way it flows together. it was a pleasure to read and re-read

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  5. HelenAugust 30, 2013 at 11:27 AM

    You have the unique ability to make me 'sink' into your poetry .. a huge sigh for this one!

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  6. G-ManAugust 30, 2013 at 12:53 PM

    A huge sigh for me as well...

    Oh, and your poetry Rocks too!

    Mary Bach, you are one of my Faves

    Loved your Heavenly 55

    Thanks for playing, thanks for your staunch loyalty
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  7. Alice AudreyAugust 30, 2013 at 3:27 PM

    Excellent. I love the way this moves.

    - Alice

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  8. MaryAugust 30, 2013 at 3:49 PM

    Very relevant poem, Mary.... We all need to feel that we really have found a way to communicate with God or the gods, I think.

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  9. Pat HattAugust 30, 2013 at 3:54 PM

    Such language has fallen away, except when one wants something at their bay haha

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  10. Ginny BrannanAugust 30, 2013 at 7:01 PM

    Beautiful, Mary. Poignant an perfect last line. Hope to hang our hearts on. Loved this.

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  11. ayalaAugust 30, 2013 at 7:37 PM

    Beautiful, Mary . I love it.

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  12. AnonymousAugust 30, 2013 at 7:37 PM

    This was indeed heavenly !! I'm lovin' it !!!

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  13. Vandana SharmaAugust 31, 2013 at 12:00 AM

    heartfelt prayer to lord

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  14. AnonymousAugust 31, 2013 at 6:20 AM

    Heavenly -- but there is something very sensual here too. Wanting to go back to basics - what is important and start again - very well conveyed. Thanks Mary. K.

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  15. Brian MillerAugust 31, 2013 at 7:15 AM

    mmm this touches an old magic...i like how you gave it that, the language of the gods....can we get back there is the deep question

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  16. Beth WinterAugust 31, 2013 at 9:53 PM

    Oh, beautiful. Times change, roles change, getting back to the sense of wonder is a marvelous goal.

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  17. EllaAugust 31, 2013 at 11:14 PM

    Gorgeous view!
    I love these lines:
    " Hold me in your song;
    swing me on a promise."
    Wondrous :D

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  18. MargaretSeptember 5, 2013 at 9:25 PM

    swooning, swaying, sighing. This is stunning!

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  19. Other MarySeptember 12, 2013 at 2:05 PM

    Thank you all so much! :-D I've visited, read and commented on all your lovely poetry as well.

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