What beauty glistened, then did I know
stood before me, dejected; well did I know.
The moon in a cup of the sands of a soul
rippling beneath what sad eyes show.
Reason reverberates in recollection’s bowl
dissolved in good intent with what cries know.
Heaven lurks in the void of misconstrued snow
not daring to pierce a heart which sighs slow.
A light touch upon a lip laden heavy with sorrow
reaps sapphire’d orbs of perfection; this now I know.
in the style (ghazal), subject, and voice of the 13th century Persian poet Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi
also a like-style response to Reminisces of Perfection by SwtAsWine (a current AP poet)
In a list
A contest entry
- The Asshole's PIF: Good Poets Borrow, Great Poets STEAL! SERIOUS POETS ONLY by Avatar of Innocence.
1600 points, ended April 12, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Anthology Worthy!
I couldn't find one thing bad to say about this poem. And I have a distaste for rhyme. Good you! I know this poem will make it into a respected collection. I want to add you to my favorites after this contest! If you don't mind an asshole for an admirer.
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your distaste stems from the abuse rhyme as suffered on AP, not doubt! (and everything gets abused here!) thanks, and may you compile a respected collection...
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This gave me a smile containing a mixture of both content and sadness
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