We have beheld her as a sensual mother,
Desiring her many pleasures as no other
She shall weep tender tears sadly forlorn.
Yet, from her dark shadow the dawn was born.
We’ve heard her voice whisper in the wind.
Her immoral spirit eternally will not rescind.
Nor, her fragrant fruit conceived of the divine
As many a mortal man has tasted her wine
What of the poets that attempt to capture
With rhythm and rhyme heavenly rapture
Only to fall madly and vainly to the earth
In hopes that their words inspire rebirth
In a world of hurt this planet of desire,
Is searching for a song of passionate fire
Turning from the bright sun for the night viewing
Of the twinkling stars in a wide world of wooing
Author notes
"A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman."
A contest entry
- If You Love....Being A Poet by poet2angels.
650 points, ended July 22, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Nice quote to the poem...we do admire the world and all that He created. Wonderful write.
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lovely poem with flawless rhyme and great emotion
Lynda
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Lovely love song to the poetic muse.
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