Open Poetry #2 |
I See the Girl Still |
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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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I LIKE this! Very, very evocative. Your imagery is great. 'His rifts, his scores, his creases' - lovely. |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
I agree...this is wonderful ------------------ The only man worth your tears will never make you cry... |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
"True beauty only changes, never ceases" I love it ... what an engaging story told here! More, please? Nocht ------------------ "Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus" (Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.") |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Beautifully done, we too see the beauty. ------------------ Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels. ~Isis~ |
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