She caught my eyes in a breath of love
wishing to stay with me forever
on sands of time, in sunsets low
mingling real with the imagined...
With freedom’s silent wings to alight
to choose to stay, and to stay
though free to fly, to fly away
and not- desiring hard these eyes;
So mine caught hers in a glimmering dance
trading secrets without pause or doubt;
no question unanswered, no worrisome signs
smiles concurrent, engendering sighs...
If I allow myself to fall into her now
drawn to her life, meld with her soul
I shall never look back, and never regret
but the days that I held her and did not know.
A contest entry
- Those Trophy-Laden Poets by queenie.
5000 points, ended August 27, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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men writing poetry this tender and with so much romantic passion is a beautiful thing. thanks for entering.
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oh, thanks for the comment, you spurred me to go back and fix a few bumps...!
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I am in awe of men that can write beautiful poetry. Maybe because none of the men I know have one ounce of poetic talent, lol.
'So mine caught hers in a dance'...that is beauty, sweetie.
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well, since I got that fish hook stuck in my thumb, I turned to poetry...
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I loved the juxtaposition of emotions throughout this write. The last line really packs a punch and finishes this poem off beautifully. Well done
Mariana
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thanks, I do like kicker endings...
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Beautifully done. Can't let go can you? I know what thats like. Know that if nothing ever changes, it has given you beauty to write about.
Don't touch this one. I see perfection
Poo
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I did spring it off of your piece... then I took off with it...
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