World-weary and at the end of my tether
Yonder lies my beloved’s abode
Random as the fallen flight feather
Magic horse for me is the only mode
Critical as it is to bring us together
Lamenting, toward the setting sun I rode.
Left me breathless by her extreme beauty
hair as black as a ravens flight feather,
no compliment would neglect a duty
radiated warmth of summers weather,
eyes of emerald, clear as crystal glass
her smile revealed teeth of white, like pure snow,
mesmerised by defined majestic class,
amazingly painted by Leonardo,
who's this grandiose lady that I stare,
could she be an ironmongers daughter,
transfixed by beauty La belle ferronniere,
desperate was a French King her suitor,
neither a top model or beauty queen,
most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
WORDS THAT STRIVE TO RHYME
“Listless” in “Perfect isolation” I “Collide”
“Soul gazing”
“Escape from self” as the “Child inside”-
“Obsessive compulsive poet”
“Heavens heartbeat” an “Interlude” with
“Angels”
“Scent to remind me” as “Trophy tears”
“Kiss the sky”
“An obedient mind” traces “Déjà vu” –“Air travel”
“Half way around the world”
“Oceans odd overtures” reveal “Mosaic”
“Pansy shells on Pismo beach”
“Longing” for “Appropriation” an “Acquittal”
"A Genesis week”
“Phoenix rising” with “Love on hold”
“Lost rings and broken toes”
“Giant monsters” start a “Grasshopper showcase”
“Grace”
“Loves flight-Feather light” echoes “Harvest moon”
“I am a Poem”
(Compiled from titles of my recently penned poetry)
© Kim van Breda—April 2014
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