Open Poetry #14 |
poem - portrait |
PoemCrazy Member
since 2000-11-30
Posts 159 |
surely, they named silk, ere but touch thy gilded hair, fine porcelain, couldst it breathe, 'side thy envied cheek, t'would seethe, and these, thine lips, they captivate. for on each word hang i, in wait, sing me hence, from whence yon light, 'tis not the east, 'tis naught but night. night, and i doth breathe once more, with eyes this vision kis't, adore. a once dead heart now beats in sighs. oh, say i, the stars live in thine eyes. |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
Beautiful. Wonderful write. PM |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
oh what a treasure I found...this is so softly romantic...sigh...so delicate... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
very nicely done... |
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