Amour Krezha Cordova Poet Imagism

A Part of My Memory

I look past my window
And the picture is inviting.
I see the sun,
 reflecting from a piece of mirror
    trying to hide between the pebbles
       of the old lily pond.

I went out to sense more beauty.
The touch of humid air,
   gives sensation to my weary skin.
And the love song of the trees 
   is like an elixir that brings my strength.

Then a shot of shadow caught
   the linings of my eye.
And my heart stumped
   like an old nagging duende.
I knew that’s him.

He took my hand and raised me
   from the stone where I was sitting.
His stares make the loquacious water
   from the fountain to seize down.

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Cayetano Young July 15, 2008 at 7:55 PM this is so cute dearest amour. You would want to use metaphors a nd some sort of figure of speech in your future masterpieces to make the premise of the poem work. mour just keep on reading! that's the secret! READ! READ! READ!

Michael Degenhardt July 14, 2008 at 4:59 AM Suggestions on improving cannot be offered as this is perfect. It flows easily and is so descriptive that one cannot help but feel as the subject does, or sees what the subject does. Very well written. Michael

Amour Krezha Cordova July 13, 2008 at 10:47 PM i hope you like my poem.. please give me suggestions and comment on how to improve my poems. thank you