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To Leonard Cohen

The words you wrote
angel wings.

The truth you sang
bitter sweet.

You did not know me
even when I lived with you
in the Greek cave beside the turquoise sea
touched my fingers to your face
all your hidden places.

He called you my razor blade music--
jealous beast! But a week before
he died, brought his shadow to my doorstep
handed me I’m your Man.

A last minute reconciliation
before he drove his motorcycle up a tree
I think he really meant it

It was not a matter of the body
though your words like scented oil
warmed my breast, I felt your hands.

When I was dead you resurrected me.
Didn’t know that I was lost until you found me.

The hairy cross you brought
glowing in the corner of my dark room.

The empty bed of longing
with the sheets turned down.

The neon welcome sign above the door
bleeding red across my floor

I wanted you to be my slave
I sought you for a master

You who so traveled so often to the gap
but always came back.

Out of kindness maybe.
Out of love.

Today I'm listening to your newest album
a fond adieu perhaps?

Your ego once so strong
now gentle and forgiving.

The restlessness that was always there
seems almost gone.

I think you are rejoicing.
I hope you are rejoicing.

Carole Borges

I enjoyed this immensely, Carole. Evocative. Thanks for posting it. A lovely entry to the Forum. Welcome .

~ Lizzytysh

Thank you, Carole, this is immensely beatiful poem. It deserves place in every next book dedicated to Leonard. You lived on Hydra? ... Anyhow, it made me interested in your writing (it's obvious you're professional writer). Thank you for signing, I googled your name and found your books and your page on Knoxville Writers Giuld site:-)

No. I never lived on Hydra, except in my mind. The reference to the island was pure fantasy--you never knew me---because I was not there in spite of the intimacy I felt with Leonard through his art. I loved him so deeply it was "as if" I knew him. I think many of his fans probably feel this way. He touches so deep.

Thank you for appreciating my poem.

Carole Ann

isn't it strange how we invite leonard to comfort within the confines of our own unforgiving moments???...i wonder who he invites to comfort and share within his.

I enjoyed your piece

Thankyou

mirrormist wrote:isn't it strange how we invite leonard to comfort within the confines of our own unforgiving moments???...i wonder who he invites to comfort and share within his.

His God, no doubt.
His method seems to be to connect with his "soul" and his soul slumbers with "god". Our souls hear and react.
And his songs suggest that occasionally he get's the nod.
Deep down, mirrormist, I think that is why we connect so deeply with him and his work.

(and something that they are stammering leaves me dying)