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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

Date: 2/7/2023 7:36:00 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.

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/7/2023 9:29:00 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

Date: 2/5/2023 6:14:00 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.

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/5/2023 8:36:00 AM

Thank you, Vijay; this was great fun to write -- a true sense of release thus freedom. Blessings my friend.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 2/4/2023 7:54:00 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.

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/4/2023 1:10:00 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.

Buhagiar Victor

Date: 2/4/2023 7:42:00 AM

We live and die for our gifts. So true is your imagery of first class. Love peacocks and their antics.

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/4/2023 1:12:00 PM

Thank you, Victor; failure is easier when knowing one did his best. Believing in God and destiny.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 2/4/2023 7:31:00 AM

- A beautiful peacock dance ... in all its glory, Joe :) -

Joe Dimino
Date: 2/4/2023 1:16:00 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.