Yonder grow the Chicory Specs,
that glow between the eyes and flower.
Greater is their glow admired,
that faces show their pride and power.
Scattered on their stems like ladders
pulling them apart.
Relaxed to see your eyes appending.
No better face of art.
While breathing cool to vent them in.
Their hearts too cool to touch.
Lo Chicory specs to feed your soul.
No hunger quite so much.
Categories:
appending, beautiful, flower,
Form: Quatrain
Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened bosom; each, fertile fold cresting
Slender, undulating hips; each, sensuous move portended
Gilded ring with her noble birth appended
Silver monogrammed bracelet; familial license her style to sanction
Ornamental brooch, sentimental heirloom; fealty commended
Bridled love flowing freely with matrilineal unction
Mother's vicarious virtue strained into the vial of innocence
Blighting charm causing each froward step to be made with reticence
Categories:
appending, love, mother
Form: Sonnet