Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

Misting Eloquence (Katelynn)

Breathless......
She starves me for words
      making
                    it
                       hard
to describe
    such picturesc beauty
        with a face
   that stops my pen.

But I stumble on
    grasping at words
being spawned
        by her presence,
in my mind
  I see her
    standing by
a secluded pond
     with cliffs
          on the far side,
six slender waterfalls
     raining down
spraying off 
     protruding rocks
  causing a mist
      to dampen
her lushes
          curly redish golden hair,
and here I sit
   within the edge of the woods
staggered
      by the appearance
                 of a wood nymph.

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