thru the A-frame wall of glass,
framed, its brilliance
almost equal to a woman's,
but not equal
to those women
I have admired,
or I have touched,
the few I have loved,
& always their eyes
capture the moon
like Old Seventy Creek can
& I have gazed into the depth
of that water,
but I have not understood
the least of it
until this moment.
Please tell me what you think
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this poem, to me, is saying what you see in the reflection of a woman's eyes....is what you, yourself, put there, through your love...it works when a woman looks at a man with love as well. I really like this poem...lovely imagery & thoughts brought forth while reading..thank you..
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Seldom do we understand or appreciated the depth of something until we move on and had ample time to mull over our experiences and relationships. I really enjoy the way you deftly incorporate elements of nature into your poems.
As always, I enjoy reading your work and the lessons garnered from doing so.
Helen
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It is good to see your comments again... Thanks for your approval...
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whoops. forgot this,
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There are writers on this site and then there's a handful of poets who create art and touch the soul of their craft. This is just sublime.
David
Rudy, I see you have picked up a gold trophy, don't you feel sullied by the experience? -
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David,
I agree with you that there are writers on this site and there are poets... I keep going back to the poets.
As for contests, I would not have a gold trophy if the person who ran the contest had not begged me to enter. I don't enter as a rule. Broke my rule that one time...
I do always appreciate your honesty and opinions...
Rudy
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you are the master of all endings... and i find i'm always anxious to see where you take me
i am never disappointed :-)
loved it,
~ wendy
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Great to get a visit from you & it is good to know that I did not diasppoint you.
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Beautiful write.
♥
whisper
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I heard that whisper in the dark... Thanks...
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