Friday, June 8, 2012

Through your Eyes


Is the sky still orange bright,
where dance the silver clouds,
while sun slides down, out of sight?

and the bunch of purple Pansies
are they blooming on Willow's foot,
wooing butterflies, vibrant Lilies.

I feel the breeze blowing from,
old rill near the northern field,
Oh how I wish I still could roam.

Though weeps my lifeless eyes
through your gentle words I see,
Again my little heart flies.





8 comments:

  1. Nice landscape that emerged from your words! Excellent!

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  3. Hello.
    As a man of romance and love, I love flowers and pink is one of my favorite colors. Great imagery and flow in this. Thanks for sharing.

    This Plunderous World

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  4. The form and content of this piece meld so beautifully the rhythm, rhyme, and other sound effects you have chosen with your visual imagery.

    I do not recognize the form. Is it an established poetic form?

    Nice work, in any case.

    Have a good Rally!
    You can find my entry at:
    http://elainedanforth.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/fall-into-anticipation/

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