My Poetic Muse
(Dedicated to a breast cancer patient)
Cherish, my dear, the God-given beauty
Romanesque only Angels can create;
Ope your soul
Lacunae become unseen,
Redounding to your greatness;
I wish I could paint your breasts
Like a Gothic artist,
Extending your streams of life...
Yet, you honored me to compose a poem.
Linh Duy Vo
(The Boy in the Poem)
February 14, 2002 ©
A Note to myself:
Valentine's Day was passing me by. Nothing fancy. I asked for 3 hours off from work (Rancho Los Amigos National Rehab Center).
We went to the opening of a gallery in LA, the photos by Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer Nick Ut. After that we drove home. We decided to follow to the end of Long Beach Freeway . We pulled in the Queen Mary. All the restaurants were booked. We enjoyed our walk on the deck. I heard the music from a room. We checked in. We sat at the bow of the ship, listening to jazz, the city lights in view. I had a glass of wine, calling it the night...
I pulled out the copy of the poem I wrote earlier for Dr. Carol Riley, an educator. I reread it. It tasted like the wine in my glass.
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