Open Poetry #2 |
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I See the Girl Still |
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Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
Seeing you, I see the girl still, Whose cornsilk hair flows through fingers Reticent yet sure, where fear Of time no longer lingers. In your widening glance, I see light Fall gently through morning mist Upon the sullen, little lake, Where we rode our bikes and kissed. When gall or blemish ignite Disappointment's angry fire, I see a young girl's impatience With worlds too small for her desire. Time's a tireless artist. He's left His rifts, his scores, his creases, Reminding us that true beauty Only changes, never ceases. And who will contemplate time's work And in his lines see the girl still? Who will feel her heart beneath lax Flesh, fresh as a fledged dove's? I will. [This message has been edited by Dom Mart (edited 09-19-99).] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Ah, what a nice piece of poetry...old love dies hard does it not? ------------------ "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus |
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