Lines For My Professor

not only a few times had I sketched the pattern of your smile in every swaying leaf in every waning moonlight in every wandering clouds blowing softly to the west but I , I couldn't sketch the pattern of the wonder in your deep brown eyes and the secret sigh you gently cast away when you asked me a question and I answered with conviction Rewritten this March 10, 2022 For "The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest" Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg Judged--N/A Notes: This poem was one of my earliest poems written in 1994. Written during our " Partnership and Corporation Law" class. My professor was a perfect model for an oil-on-canvas portrait. But instead of sketching him, this poem was born and it was followed by some little poems which where published in our university publication," The Democrat".