Well, on this World Poetry Day 2017 we seem to find ourselves in quite a spot, don’t we? I won’t ramble on about it. Instead, I give you the new poem below, which I dedicate to lovers and revolutionaries everywhere, both figurative and metaphorical, and all others who seek refuge from the chaos. May peace find you….and may you find peace. I’ll be performing this poem tonight @ Freetimes Cafe in Toronto, as part of their Art Bar poetry series. Enjoy:

AS WORDS WILL BEND TO PRAYER

And the snow is piling high along the lines
and the drifts are biding time like the tides
And I’m folding now into you
and I feel you folding too
as words will bend to prayer in their rhymes.

We’re told the revolution is on hold for the night
the snow is deep and there are no children left to fight
But within this little room
the roses are in bloom
we transcend and lift our faces to the light.

Oh the wind is singing lovely through the pines
and the birds array like commas on the wires
In my hands your breasts are true
it’s how I cradle the heart of you
as we help ease this planet through its fires.

Yes, the snow sifts in smoky runnels through the fields
the world is born, then it’s torn, then it heals
I wish I could will it all away
just bend to your breast and stay
in this place where our love comes to kneel.

Now I’ll hold you until morning breaks clear
until the dawning and the armies are near
But to this curtain now I swear
there shall be no rent or tear
for my love shall be your shield and your spear.

And the snow is piling high along the lines
and the drifts are biding time like the tides
And I’m folding now into you
and I feel you folding too
as words will bend to prayer in their rhymes.

Yours in love and poetry,
DavidStonesPoet, March 21st, 2017