a poem by Inner Circle Award winner – John D. Robinson (FROM RED DANCE).
Folks, listen to John read his poem Awaking as Lovers. It doesn’t get any better than this.
I was going to write of
waking up at dawn in a
bus-shelter, robbed of my
money, jacket and shoes
and walking home bare-
foot and fragile but it
was a poem of beauty
and tenderness, like
when Carmelina and I
first awoke as lovers
in my studio-room,
sparsely furnished,
bleak but friendly:
I made some coffee
before she awoke and I
looked at her sleeping,
I still do that now,
over 3 decades later.
Yes! Wonderful reading and great poem.
thanks, Hank Alan
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