Iris New -Win
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading.
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
that gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
with sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
those eyes, break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
with the gentleness of a dove.
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Tenth place win in
The poem was written on June 29, 2010
Contest: Why Oh Why by The Rambling Poet, Constance
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010
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