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A LOVE POEM, FOR MICHAEL by Edith Lazenby Trilling

 I wrote this to celebrate the love my husband Michael and I share...

This poem holds what my heart feels. He is my best friend. I knew by the time I was ready for marriage that friendship has to be the foundation upon which a lasting relationship is built. I also know resentment is poison to any relationship, the more intimate the relationship the more deadly resentment can be.

Poetry is a constant in my life. I write when I am happy and I write when I am sad. I take an image or feeling and let that lead me with lyric as my guide. I am not a visual person though I put pictures in my poems. I seek to deepen my understanding to find my truths.

My mentor taught me if I lie, the poem lies. Poetry is the act of uncovering all deception and meeting truth.
Photography by Arcenciels Studio

A Love Poem, for Michael

I want to rock your heart in mine.
I want to plant my palms like buds
By your side so desire blossoms.
The moon is in you: constant,
Present, ebbing and flowing.
Tides move as I pulse in your eyes.
A flower finds sun as I seek your shade.
My roots grow into your belly.
My branches reach beyond unknowing.
Your wind lets me breathe and dance.
The sun of your touch warms my feet.
Every step finds its need.
I paint your dreams as we sleep.
My wishes wash themselves in your hands.
I hold my life in your horizon, clouds float,
Rainbows make an arc and somehow
I realize marriage can be made in heaven
When love sparkles on the rims of earth
Where we share now and then, here and there,
Over and over, as each moment begins.

Edith Lazenby: “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not. I adore Mary Oliver, her way of embracing the light while acknowledging the darkness. I teach yoga full time and find the practice has grounded me deeper in my body and heart and helped me move closer to what I call spirit. I also now edit for Elephant Journal and write for them as well. I live with my husband, who is my best friend, and 4 kitties. Life holds challenges yet with time I feel better able to live in the moment, moment by moment. All great teachers teach presence. I find each day is a lesson in being. The process of writing holds me and I find the craft teaches me something new each time. You may visit my blog here.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. Such a beautiful poem of love. I tried to write a favorite part, but to do so I would have to copy the whole poem. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful part of your life.

  2. This is a beautiful tribute to your loving relationship with your husband. Your words are so expressive of the deep connection that you obviously share.

  3. Oh how i love it


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