From the archives – 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.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, February 2, 2017 — by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim.

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5 responses to “From the archives – Go Slow, Leonard Cohen by Tricia Marcella Cimera”

  1. Sarah Russell Avatar

    Wow! Just wow! Saving this one for my own archives. Thanks, Christine. I missed this one the first time around.

  2. Bruce Guernsey Avatar

    I agree, but double the wow!! Terrific poem. Many thanks.

  3. mandibelle16 Avatar

    Fascinating piece!

  4. Tricia Marcella Cimera Avatar
    Tricia Marcella Cimera

    Thank you all for your very kind comments! Leonard Cohen inspires me like no other. I miss the Master. . .

    1. Risa Denenberg Avatar

      me too. love the poem.

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