Laura Breidenthal Poet Quatrain

Happy Birthday

With all my heart and fairly,
Did I offer sweet surprise-
A birthday present early,
An art drawn near sunrise

All night working perfection,
I had gotten the shading right
With the shadow and reflection-
A suave leopard napping tight

He vowed I’d forget him some day
Though little did he know,
A month before my dear’s birthday,
His gift was ready to go

As time went by and quickly,
Fine colors met dark shades
His affections died so swiftly
And he erased the luster away

For the suave leopard in me slept
As long as his heart did rage
My gift through tears had crept
On the perfection of the page

Happy Birthday to you dear,
My present waits to be sent
I will cease these useless tears
For my love is time well spent

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Duke Beaufort May 23, 2015 at 7:02 AM The gift here is the poem. It is its own canvas. Each tear is like a leopard's spot which make it disappear. Love is such a difficult thing to deal with. It is a very risky business. The funny thing is how some of us can give it so easily. We are funny animals--we humans.

Richard Lamoureux May 19, 2015 at 8:23 PM I can imaging your beautiful painting. This is a sad piece written with great sensitivity. I enjoyed it emensely, 7 rating. Laura Breidenthal May 20, 2015 at 4:53 AM Thanks so much for taking the time to read, Richard. So glad you enjoyed!!<3 ~Laura

Honestly J.T. May 18, 2015 at 10:14 PM I really enjoyed reading and seeing the sincerity in this poem. well done. It's going to my favs -JT Laura Breidenthal May 18, 2015 at 11:00 PM Thanks JT... it was a real heartbreaking experience, but you know, I'm slowly moving on, and keeping my head up. ~Laura

Emile Pinet May 18, 2015 at 10:00 AM Romantic, elegant, caring, and loving are but a few words that come to mind when I read your work. Emile. Laura Breidenthal May 18, 2015 at 11:01 PM Wow, Emile. Thanks! That's very kind of you to say. ~Laura

Jan Allison May 18, 2015 at 7:53 AM beautifully penned but so sad Laura - I can just picture the image of the parcel packaged and waiting ... waiting for one day when it may be opened :-( Hugs Jan xx Laura Breidenthal May 18, 2015 at 11:04 PM Yeah, Jan. The gift is still waiting to be sent. My friend's in England so I'll be sending it off real soon. ~Laura

Jack Ellison May 18, 2015 at 7:33 AM You write with such heart felt passion, dear sweet Laura! You amaze me! I love you, Jack xxxxx Laura Breidenthal May 18, 2015 at 11:06 PM I love you too Jack. You're a wonderful poet who always uplifts my day... your work is lighthearted, and many of your older ones are quite heartfelt. Either way you write, I have really been enjoying reading your work lately. And your sweet comments are much appreciated. I adore you! Hope all's well and that you're settling in good back at home. ~Laura

Casarah Nance May 18, 2015 at 6:53 AM wow, nice write, there is a personal touch to this that puts the reader in the situation. Laura Breidenthal May 18, 2015 at 11:03 PM Thanks Casarah, for reading it. Sometimes we got to take regrets by the scruff, turn them around, and remember the good that came into things rather than the not so pleasant. Writing this poem helped me gain better perspective, and for that it is quite special. ~Laura

Deb Wilson May 18, 2015 at 12:51 AM Sounds like a tale of heartbreak yet maybe forgiveness? Hugs, Deb Laura Breidenthal May 18, 2015 at 1:58 AM Sounds about right, Deb. :) Thanks for reading! ~Laura