Paul Stacey Poet Free verse

Wastwater's Enchantment

Beneath the cobalt veil nothing blows.
Lying vast but still, a cloth of silken black.
Only an amiable ripple articulates its presence.

Imposing contours loom purposely
Declaring their magnificence
And my insignificance.

Illuminations pin pricked into the veil above.
More than you could count
Even with a lifetime given.

A Prince of unquestionable pedigree.
Enticingly fragile.
Dauntingly resolute.

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Emma Gregory May 26, 2009 at 6:41 PM I love your poems, so beautuful! There's an ageless appeal in the vivid imagery, with brilliantly original word choices. Oh and thank you for the comment :)

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 25, 2009 at 11:12 AM Paul, Your poem is so intriqing that when I read it, I just had to Google Wastwater. The images are beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the words that you have used to describe them. This is a very nice poem. Loveingly, Dane

Christopher Higgins May 19, 2009 at 6:49 AM This is a wonderful write my friend..filled with magic and beautiful words..images coming alive...thanks for your read on my poem.