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Better Than Wine
I am never blinded
by the penetrating
timbre of your voice,
nor that artistic endeavor
tapping away at my mundane
realities.
Your eyes color-rich
blueprints for wild indigo
are not the sapphire soft
of fading dusk.
Your hair reminds me
of nothing more
than silvery peaks
caught up by moonlight
or down of cottonwood
on an early
May morning.
The rolling octaves
of your words are often
needless shifts of sounds
after you have gone,
and still I want only
to look on you
again and again,
to see you
in every detail
imaginable.
I raise my glass
and toast the white bond
of these pages on which
I have yet to begin
to write my song for you.
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Comment by: alien - 2008-05-20 04:07
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This is one of the most lovely poems you've ever written.
It's been too long since I came to visit your work. I'm glad I came here today. This gives me a warm glow that it's possible to make such beauty with the written word and it gives me hope that, by reading you, I might be able to come closer to being the writer I would like to be :)
Always hoping that some of your creative beauty will rub off on me! <3 |
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Your eyes are color-rich
blueprints for wild indigo----I will not soon forget this line. I am not sure what it is about it, but paints chills upon ones spine. |
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Comment by: LTAB98 - 2007-11-03 16:24
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| I find your work very visual. I can almost picture the person you are describing. As I am a amatuer writer/poet, I am not going to nitpick. I think it's a great poem. Keep doing what you do! |
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Comment by: roy - 2007-05-11 01:23
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well, Valerie i have been looking at this poem again, because it is a metaphoric piece, needing its time and patients. A very pedantic write, indeed, i see the author not wantin anything left out, a contract of sorts, a promise, as sealed in the last stanza, yet one with an out clause.
Well written, great exposure and a decent use of lnaguage.
Thanks for the read.
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4.14.07
Valerie, I have the sense of a woman who loves a man for himself. The man has showered her with words that evoke beautifully arresting images that she admires; however, for the life of her, she can never what exactly he said. In spite of all this, she loves him wholly, completely and deeply. I find you an exciting Poetess. It is my pleasure to be able to read all that you have expressed so simply and eloquently. These Poems of yours come from a place, I feel, deeply within your soul.
dadhiltonmps |
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