Open Poetry #41 |
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Eyes Of A Saint |
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lyricpoet Member
since 2005-07-16
Posts 199NY, USA ![]() |
Where the hour has drained a poets quill, On golden leaf, scattered rhymes escape, Her earthen set of eyes fulfill, Unfolding in their blessed shape. To beautiful for heaven to possess, Where every star is set in place, With spheres that gleam sweetly express, How pure? how dear? With amazing grace. About her brow, best see and fair The holy hours external light, Greet her with beauty's wear, Her gently gaze frames my true sight. Where her eye's bright and hue work in sync, And a poet's sage spills the sweetest ink. (c) Kevin Brian Wright 2007 [This message has been edited by lyricpoet (11-27-2007 09:19 AM).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed reading this...James |
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jupitures daughter Junior Member
since 2007-11-14
Posts 10 |
your poem reads with grace. thankyou j.d. |
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lyricpoet Member
since 2005-07-16
Posts 199NY, USA |
Thank you! |
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