tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88522215247613622902009-02-21T03:15:52.025-08:00Poetic Musings of Linda MontureLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01748345370046416917noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852221524761362290.post-22634979068791693732008-01-07T13:53:00.000-08:002008-01-07T13:55:41.011-08:00<p>Do I let the word “Love”,<br />so long slumbering on my tongue,<br />slip down and out of my mouth like a<br />droplet of dew on a drenched leaf?<br />Swelling as it trickles down the<br />moist green cushion that feeds<br />it along its lazy path.</p> <p>Hanging tenuously, trembling<br />for that moment before gravity<br />makes the final decision, and<br />once separated, becomes a solitary<br />glistening diamond on the ground.<br />Unique unto itself, defined by<br />its own momentum.</p> <p>Does Love define my own momentum?<br />And once spoken, my soul laid<br />bare to the elements that<br />surround me, vulnerable to the<br />reciprocity of the one who<br />holds the meaning of the word<br />In his hands.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852221524761362290-2263497906879169373?l=calliopesgarden.blogspot.com'/></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01748345370046416917noreply@blogger.com1