AUTHOR'S NOTE
This poem is inspired by the true story of poets Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning. Bedridden and isolated, Elizabeth received a letter from Robert that began, "I love your verses with all my heart." Over 20 months they exchanged 574 letters that mended her fear and gave her life back.
574 LETTERS
Elizabeth lay bedridden in a lonely room,
A wounded bird behind walls of gloom.
Then came a letter, soft as a spell,
_"I love your verses with all my heart" Robert would tell.
A crack of light filled her cage of fear,
Whispers of love drove the mist from here.
574 letters crossed the night,
Mending her wings with gold and light.
Like lilies that grew in abandoned ground,
Her broken life to heaven was bound.
He didn’t burn the past or the pain,
He wrote her hope till she lived again.
So mend, don’t burn. Write, don’t run.
Love can heal anyone, anyone.
575.
Thursday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Oh Santa Muerte who is with us everyday
Our Sacred Protector, bless us this Thursday
Grant us this Thursday your Strength
Your Green Leaf to us God sent
Your strong embrace with your Green Leaf
A strength from God that brings relief
Oh Santa Muerte in Green, Lady of Thursday
Be with us from day to day.
Amen.
-11/03/2017
(Dumarao)
*Daily Prayers to Santa Muerte
I am now learning
How to write a good haiku
‘Tis my real first poem.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The pigeon flies, through
Vast cobalt skies, surveying
The guise of beauty.
Pure is the white quartz
As it dazzles in the sun.
Treasure its charm.
My toes
Are freezing
This balmy
Spring day
Putting on
Wool socks
That I had
Put away
Summer night
All the sleepiness
All the thunders
heavenly bamboo
a mother's loving, and grace
waters my garden
Autumn rain
The wind on the pink flowers
of a cotton-silk tree
Runners in the park
A blond lady pets and feeds
Invisible dogs
Out of my window
Lines of ghost girls passing by
The sparse mist
In the sick bay
Coping with the weariness
images out of stains
A random thought
The one thing I keep seeking
Is found when I stop
A change in the mood
To once more accede to you
Aesthetic'lly blue
Before the sunrise
A line of orange clouds
All else is darkness
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