The Emancipator

POEMS

Paul Carney

I Want To Let Go

I want to fall in love
I want to let go
I want to be bathed in the happiness that is you
I want to hold the outstretched hands that beckon me
I want to feel your lips pressed gently against my cheek
And the breath that you exhale careen across my skin
I want to feel your arms around me and your strength that draws me in
I want to look into your eyes again
I want to be intoxicated by the fragrance that surrounds you
I want to fall in love
I want to let go

God’s Masterpiece

I envy the artist
I always have

The sculptor who recreates life with his hands
The composer who writes a poem with notes
The painter who tells a story with an easel

But, in a greater sense
I feel sadness for the artist
For she cannot appreciate her work as do we

That labor of love that fills so many hearts with joy
Is borne of sorrow
When I look at you
I know that you are God’s masterpiece

A Lovely Flower I Did See

A lovely flower I did see
On verdant hills in Tennessee
One unlike any I’ve ever seen
In sun-drenched days or heavenly dreams

A lovely flower I did see
Had an ill effect on me
Labored breath and heart-felt glee
This wondrous ailment, what could it be?

A lovely flower I did see
Oh, to be nearer thee
With lightened heart and spirited gait
I trod the sod, I cannot wait

A lovely flower I did see
To pluck from earth, to take with me
Lest it die and fade away
Its beauty lives another day

A lovely flower I did see
An orchid of such rarity
To take in hand, to have and hold
Until we two grow verily old

But love is fickle and bound to flee
Alas, I know ‘tis not to be
That lovely flower I did see
On verdant hills in Tennessee