What haughty men were those
that would
compose thy beauty
in a poem;
far better would it be,
to count
each living petal
of the rose,
and read the reflections;
therein.
With my song
My Lady.
I've nothing else
except myself.
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Written March 5th, 2004
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Oh... very nicely done. It was short and concise. It did indeed have a lyrical quality to it. On surface it seems to be very straight forward, very simplistic. Ah.... but I bet there's more then a few subtle messages going on in that piece. A lovely little write, I've no doubt it made its mark.
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don't know how I've missed this one for so long. but glad I found it. it's a beauty, song-like and lyrical, and a fit tribute to a fellow AP poet and bigger-than-life character. and, yes, a petaled rose.
~travis
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Indeed a sentimental poetic heart penned these romantic words.~~Suseann
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pretty good!
This is actually pretty good! I don't usually go for brevity, but you said a lot here. It kind of reminded me of a first kiss. Not bad! -
Woodworm told me long ago that I should roast you, well I'm pretty sure he said roast, not toast...but I get shy about going to recommended poets, like they might bite or something. also, I've seen your comments on various pieces by him and plink and others, and never could make hide nor hair of your language, which was also scarey. today, though, I saw your name in the featured box...gulp.
and was completely surprised to see this.
the first bit was songlike, and I sang as I read, then came to "my song," and, of course, it was all intended. this sounds like a medieval minstrel's love ballad, if on the short side, and...of course! Lute! that would be you below her window, strumming and haughty.
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Nicely and simply stated. I am sure Desiree was overwhelmed by this gesture (you dog, you). How sad to see that she has taken up again with men of lesser stature. Well done.
Scott -
I liked this poem...i like how u made ur point...props...
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ah. the "return the favor button" brought me to a desiree love poem and NOT a Lisa poem.
lisa always gets confused with all the lovely poems that are left to you in comments when she scrolls back up to re-read sometimes i read the comment poem and say "i don't remember reading that the first time i read this poem" . sweet lute love in this poem. it's simple and pretty. the way love should be really. now where are those lisa poems......
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dont' touch it!
Haughty men indeed.
And Myra's right. She does.
Desiree -
I hear the song ...
now listen
attentively
to your Lady Rose
oh Poet:
she is singing syllables
of petalled prose -
nothing else
except your soul
she holds
within her velvet folds ...
I loved this poem, Lute ... I simply loved the subtle and unforced rhyme ... The Lady Desiree will love it too.
Hugs.
Myra
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