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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Wow! Just wow! Saving this one for my own archives. Thanks, Christine. I missed this one the first time around.
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I agree, but double the wow!! Terrific poem. Many thanks.
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Fascinating piece!
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Thank you all for your very kind comments! Leonard Cohen inspires me like no other. I miss the Master. . .
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me too. love the poem.
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