It may have been a peasant blouse;
it may have been your shoulder bare.
It may have been the ponytail
or ribbon in your auburn hair
that held me there; it may have been
but all that I recall is now
I see it in the whole of you --
this why I fell in love and how.
A contest entry
- two years of writing by Namita.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What subtle enchantment, strummed through brevity
It's key how you record just a few of your favorite jointed pulls from the picture. But, it wouldn't matter if you couldn't recall any particularly, as the series of feeling continues by revealing true simplistic art ... so pondering like a vibrant painting, without being flashy. It's noticeable because of popping words, or colors comparably. I think "that held me there" gives the perfect gist to anything that intriguing, it's a memory you keep seeing different incentives.
Your attitude is very lovely, and creation even reflects by how a bird blends greatly with vines etc.
Everyone should include a part of your viewpoint -- congratulations on silver!
Daisy
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A wondefuly penned poem. It hold beauty, heart and has such a romatic quality that you cannot help but to fall in love with it.
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this is lovely - thanks for entering, and thanks for the encouraging words; i'm glad you were inspired by the painting. good luck to you.
- Namita
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A very lovely love poem. I would like to know what blouse, shoulder, ponytail and ribbon all represent in the world of poetry.
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