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What Font Type the Heart

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Who was it that first said.. 'the eyes are the window to the soul'.. who's eyes did they envision.. and how did they know? And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb.. to straighten this messed heart cowlick I own. Few well paired wanderlust seek a divine pardon.. still fancy the folly of youth's far flung travels. Two trespass meadow lost to petal lined garden, til intimacy's last mystery unravels. Darting dawn awakes to write upon love's torn page.. parting drawn in true type font in spite of heart's age.

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/7/2020 9:03:00 AM

Poetry is wonderful, we can use it as a medium to convey our feelings and poetic licence allows us to fantasize as much as we want to. This poem is magical and your 2nd and last couplets are breathtaking - also love 'til intimacy's last mystery unravels' .................in spite of hearts age' - does the heart ever grow old? Your music is perfect for this poem. Beautiful Richard, Hugs and blessings Jennifer.

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 10/7/2020 9:00:00 AM

I read this twice, then read it while listening to the accompanying music. The music set it off! Lovely! Linda

Angela Crabtree

Date: 10/3/2020 3:17:00 PM

The melody of the music is so perfect with this rhyme! I really like your style and will be back to read more of your poems. Peace, Angie

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/24/2020 6:31:00 PM

I saw this again and heard the music again. I did not fave it? BAM!! done

M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/22/2020 2:16:00 PM

The eyes must be "windows to the soul"; since different animals are all affected by the way you look at them...even people. Well penned.

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 9/13/2020 8:18:00 PM

Such alluring magic you weave with your rhymes, I am especially drawn to 'folly of youth's far flung travels' and 'lost to petal lined garden' - the heart is indeed a mystery~

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/20/2020 9:17:00 PM

Michelle, Thank you for that magic comment. Time is the ultimate forgiver. Though I admit to using poetry as my confessional, haven't trespassed in any meadows lately. -R

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/13/2020 2:00:00 PM

this was a lovely treat to find today. The music too goes so well with it!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/20/2020 9:09:00 PM

Andrea, You have inspired many a poet and perhaps a poem or two. -R

Paul Callus

Date: 9/13/2020 3:16:00 AM

This poem appeals to me Richard, especially both couplets. Love the music, too. Regards // paul

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/20/2020 9:07:00 PM

Paul, Thank you for that comment, the music is truly timeless. Moral perhaps? What font type would you make all your own in this life. -R

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/12/2020 7:03:00 AM

- ... in spite of heart's age ... a beautiful writing, Richard :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/20/2020 8:50:00 PM

Thank you Anne-Lise, I hope your week-end and summer end were kind to you and yours. -Richard

Geoffrey Brewer

Date: 9/11/2020 2:29:00 AM

A stream of intriguing, metaphors to excite the imagination and delight the mind. This is real art, Raven.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/20/2020 8:16:00 PM

Thank you Geoffrey.,I think I was channeling Dr. Seuss on that first stanza. "] -R

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 9/10/2020 6:57:00 AM

I am certain that our eyes are the mirror to or soul. I see through a person, and that is by their eyes, the way they look at you, the way they speak to you, the way the plead with you and the way they play with you..Your last two lines of your verse tells all. Magnificent write Richard. Thoroughly enjoyed. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/20/2020 8:48:00 PM

Hello there, That's a very nice comment. I wonder who I'll be tomorrow. ~wink~ Tkank you Jennifer. Hugs and blessings to you too. -Richard

Mark Koplin

Date: 9/9/2020 4:58:00 AM

"in spite of hearts age" I love this line. Great poem

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/13/2020 11:53:00 AM

Mark, Thanks for that, I changed it several times. Guess I'll leave it alone. Hope your week-end is a good one. -Richard

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/6/2020 8:17:00 PM

While I can't play the music on this pad, I am thoroughly enchanted by this poem Richard. A fave. That messed heart cowlick tickled my fancy divinely. x miss m

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/8/2020 9:02:00 PM

Pigeon Tart, Thanks for the great compliment and everything. That's my favorite line too. Pretty much all that's worth reading. The rest, just window dressing. -Richard

Arturo Michael

Date: 9/6/2020 12:19:00 PM

There's an air of peace that flows in music and ink...Well done

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/8/2020 9:00:00 PM

Thank you, John Williams guitar playing has that effect. I'm still wondering why. -Richard

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/6/2020 12:15:00 PM

I just love the title, and the rest of the poem retains its magnificence. Kudos, Gershon

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/6/2020 6:55:00 PM

Gershon, Thanks, I hoped it would hold some significance. Nothing better than a good font. Even graffiti artists attempt to copy the best of them. -Richard

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 9/6/2020 11:50:00 AM

Oh Richard..."...true type font despite love's age." brings this close to me. Your accompanying music is a lovely choice. Thank you for sharing, Linda

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/6/2020 6:47:00 PM

Thank you Linda, The tune is Cavatina, John Williams playing on guitar. -Richard

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/6/2020 7:35:00 AM

Lovely, expressive, beautifully done, Richard.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/6/2020 6:41:00 PM

Vijay, Thanks for the comment. It's so hot outside today. Fires burning everywhere in SoCal. -Richard

Brandy Nicole

Date: 9/5/2020 6:09:00 PM

'the eyes are the window to the soul' Yes, I have heard this many times in my life. I believe the one seeing inside the depth of me, can see all that I am. My heart and my soul. My joy and my pain. I enjoyed the music with your poem. ~ Brandy

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/5/2020 8:45:00 PM

Thanks Brandy, it's called 'Cavatina' from the Deer Hunter. Perfect song for a warm summer's eve. -Richard