Go Slow, Leonard Cohen by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Go Slow, Leonard Cohen

I had a dream Leonard Cohen
was my first and I was his last.
Go slow don’t hurt me, I whispered.
Go slow don’t kill me, he warned.
He taught me why the yellow dog
howls when the pink rose blooms
in the dark of night while the rain
runs in rivulets down the window.
He showed me that sometimes I
would be the dog, sometimes I
would be the rose. But both of us
were always the rain. And to
go slow. The end would come
soon enough.

by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Editor’s Note: Repetition meanders through this poem’s lines to great effect. The beginning and the end surely resemble each other.

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6 thoughts on “Go Slow, Leonard Cohen by Tricia Marcella Cimera

    • Thank you for such a kind comment! This poem was very inspired by the YOU WANT IT DARKER album. The finality, the saying goodbye. . . ❤

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