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Richard Kinsella Poem
Your lustrous beauty passed me by,
Like an ancient mariner's ghost ship,
Shrouded in mystic mantle,
You sailed by
Sails billowing proud.
An exotic bird of paradise
Noble and sublime,
Gracefully in concert
With the wispy puffed clouds,
A free spirit blown by the wind,
High above out of reach.
Your epicene beauty distant,
Blown away to the beckoning horizon,
Leaving only a bouquet
Of unrequited love,
A legacy locked within the deep recess
Of my melancholy heart.
Copyright © Richard Kinsella | Year Posted 2021
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Richard Kinsella Poem
Harness the sun on a tropic isle,
A shaded nook to dwell.
Perhaps, a book or two as well,
Pay no heed to grey lands of woe,
For what its worth,
When rain pours,
Pelting edifices doused and damp,
Pay no heed when toes wriggle
The soft sand of a golden beach.
Pay no heed where cars honk horn
And wheels speed by
Spraying passers-by,
On dreary wet days,
When children play with mud and clay
And mothers fret in disarray,
On cold wet winters day.
When I'm old and a little grey,
Like the lands far away,
My naked feet will tread a beach,
Splash a salty sea,
Tremble in a loving breeze,
Give scant thought
To the old north land,
Blissful and content
To be so far away.
Copyright © Richard Kinsella | Year Posted 2021
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