Her withering gaze has painfully stung
No air in my lungs and a paralyzed tongue
With her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed
Her dismissive stare makes me fear the worst
The clever conceits have all been abolished
My hopeful greeting goes unacknowledged
I don't live and breath in her sphere
Blithely unaware she'll simply never care
Yet who am I to so strongly assume
As she passes silently through the room
That I should know the reasons for her gloom
Or what sparks her temper when she fumes
But nevertheless I've seen her laugh
In the confident care of her better half
Bursts of whimsy and wonderful laughter
Spontaneous smiling and carefree chatter
Romantic murmurs escaping her lips
On extended vacations and scenic day trips
If I bore the burdens which relentlessly weigh
Which pull at her patience each passing day
I can't estimate her profound fatigue
She's so intellectually out of my league
Eyes full of wonder with a smile ever flawless
In pictures she's captured in a realm of solace
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this is really very nice. i
this is really very nice. i am still trying to master rhyming and still having a flow to my poems but it seems you have that pretty much mastered. i really enjoyed reading this.
Thank you very much. I still
Thank you very much. I still get stuck on rhyming the same two words that I rhymed before. I mean it's inevitable, but I do mull over it and try not to repeat myself. Working within the constraints of rhythm and rhyme can seem limiting sometimes, but it always feels like magic to me when I'm able to tell a story or express feelings within those boundaries. It would be very hard for me to express the soulful ideas you express in your poetry within those constraints. It would be a real challenge for me.
Thank you very very much. I
Thank you very very much. I know sometimes I sacrifice the rhythm and flow in order to squeeze one more idea or detail into my poems. Guilty as charged. But as I get older I do try and focus as much on technique as I do on ideas and feelings. Again thank you so very much. :)
wow often I find that rhyming
wow often I find that rhyming forces and force ruins flow, but this had anice rythm and beat to it, and the message was clear, one or two lines come off the mind rough but over all it was such a joy to read, there is a story here between the lines
Much Love
Ashley
This is really a nice poem,
This is really a nice poem, Peter.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much!! It's
Thank you very much!! It's one I wrote a little over a year ago and put aside because it felt a little too personal at the time. But now I can look at it objectively. Thank you so very much. :)