1989

Leah walks down the dormitory hall

in white socks, blue jeans, t-shirt: and her eyes,

black and beautiful, keep me in their thrall.

 

It is my twentieth autumn. Dead leaves fall

to the dark earth. And this poor sinner cries

for joy when Leah passes through the hall!

 

Soon December's winds will bite and brawl;

but her kind face outshines the glowering skies.

So beautiful. I am her helpless thrall.

 

She’s not too thin and not extremely tall.

Wholly composed of sunlight. Sadness dies

each time sweet Leah passes through the hall!

 

She is my health and hope. She is my all!

Her voice (that perfect and divine surprise,

Black and beautiful) has me in its thrall.

 

Reader, forgive my feeble-witted scrawl:

my soul, bowed down in homage, dares not rise!

Black and beautiful, Leah walks the hall,

and keeps this foolish poet in her thrall.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-19 at 06:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done :)
2017-11-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well crafted!
2017-11-21


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Co ed livinng was a dream. I enjoyed this thoroughly. You write passionately of those years and of Leah.
Ashe
2017-11-20


Sameen
Me too man. Me too.
2017-11-20