Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Beauty and the Eyes

Beauty and the eyes
are shared beholders --

As to flower is her
natural response to rain 
and sunlight, so the bud 
spreads even wider 
at the christening of our
admiration – 
                 it is like
the peacock dancing for
his mate, sashaying his blooms – 
             the male widow
performing for his widower, 
sensing in such rapture a gateway
to even higher immortality

We live and die for our gifts

rising from the pangful ashes
of death for far greater glory....

The rose burns her brilliance

our passions responding
to such sacrifice with as bright
an eyeful fire – one lives
aflame when living, trusting
in the graceful salve of divine 
perennial –

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Valsa George February 7, 2023 at 7:36 AM "We live and die for our gifts/ rising from the pangful ashes of death for far greater glory...." Divine thoughts ! Beautiful image of peacock strutting its feathers and dancing for its mate. From temporal your poetry always transcends to the ethereal! Well done dear Joe. Joseph P. DiMino February 7, 2023 at 9:29 AM Thank you, Valsa; so much fun to let the heart with imagination loose and freely fly. So pleased you rightly connect with the soul of this work. Blessings.

Vijay Pandit February 5, 2023 at 6:14 AM Beautiful poetry, Joe. Much enjoyed: As to flower is her natural response to rain and sunlight, so the bud spreads even wider at the christening of our admiration---splendidly done. Joseph P. DiMino February 5, 2023 at 8:36 AM Thank you, Vijay; this was great fun to write -- a true sense of release thus freedom. Blessings my friend.

Speaks Volumes February 4, 2023 at 7:54 AM Watching the flower grow, the bloom opening in the sunlight. The peacock do its colorful dance and oneself aflame when living... Wow Joe the pictures jump off the page and into the reader's mind. You have painted an enchanted delight. Joseph P. DiMino February 4, 2023 at 1:10 PM Now I am an old, bald peacock -- but I treasure those flamboyant days. Youth is a treasure never to be belittled nor forgotten, even for all its mistakes.

Victor Buhagiar February 4, 2023 at 7:42 AM We live and die for our gifts. So true is your imagery of first class. Love peacocks and their antics. Joseph P. DiMino February 4, 2023 at 1:12 PM Thank you, Victor; failure is easier when knowing one did his best. Believing in God and destiny.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 4, 2023 at 7:31 AM - A beautiful peacock dance ... in all its glory, Joe :) - Joseph P. DiMino February 4, 2023 at 1:16 PM I am dancing now, rattling the house a bit more, with the shades closed of course~ not that I am ashamed, just respectful:)~ I am reminded of the hippos dancing in Fantasia. Hilarious! Though I am not quite that far gone. Blessings.