She had looked rather neat, in bright tee and jeans
While waving and smiling goodbye.
And I just couldn't guess, the rapids that had hid
And gushed in her locks and bounced over unyielding rocks.
Nor could I measure the clouds she had probed
While she had flown from her cliffs.
Floored by the dimples that played on her cheeks,
I lost track of tempests her eyes had unleashed
When she had thundered her wheels along tracks
That bent to her unbending will.
But I who can master all forces in verse,
Have neither such gumption nor zeal,
As beautifying odes are shorter than heels
And wit always cheaper than gold.
Hence I'll write her in verse full of care
And list her with those other muses now gone
That twinkle in corners of mind full of clouds
And shoot supple meteors of joy.
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I think in some ways it's therapeutic really to use poetry as a way of connecting...aah, this is an exquisite piece, abin!!
Lovely..
Evokes a lot for me in a very personal respect. Cheers.
meteors of joy indeed...or rather, what wordsworth calls, the 'spots of time'...
A beautiful story. I always like your words. Here are my favorites from this poem:
"As beautifying odes are shorter than heals
And wit always cheaper than gold."
I love the poet's recognition of the depths and layers under the smiling exterior. Yes, write those verses full of meteors of joy!!!!! I can see her dimples, as she reads the lines.
i think each one of us will interpret in their own way,i just stick to the scarce one now a days --love
A masterful, modern tribute. I am continually amazed by the poetry here. The compaction of nature and the universe meets the expansion of fanciful thought, creating a powerful sentiment. My favorite lines:
"And I just couldn't guess, the rapids that had hid
And gushed in her locks"
" Hence I'll write her in verse full of care "
Truly there is no greater gift to a person, I don't think, than to write them in verse.
such a solid image - original too - good write!
I absolutely love:
'the rapids that had hid
And gushed in her locks and bounced over unyielding rocks.
Nor could I measure the clouds she had probed
While she had flown from her cliffs.'
Great writing!
She is, so clearly, adored. Based on this description, she must amaze!
Just gorgeous writing Abin--You work always takes my breath away
That you did and what lovely verses too ~ Specially like that last stanza ~ Good to see you Abin ~
Excellent. I like this very much.
I love the eloquence of the depth of her sadness.
A delightful ode to a muse, Abin.
K
oh! i want to meet her. or maybe i already know her. how kind, this verse.
I lie the way you returned to the poet's art in the final two stanzas.
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