Beauty Fancied There


In his eyes, beauty fancied there,
A man and poet of lost word,
Quiet pen and lingered pair,
What hand held your voice and heard?
With warm imprints and naked tongue,
Thoughts too bare are not absurd,
Eyes met yours now closed and stung.

To grace the man who owns and versed
Visions of what time can't afford,
In gentle flow he is immersed
And rhymed eternal is a Lord.
It is found in no man's duty:
Counted lines and slowly stored,
Hardy words define his beauty.

Adorn the fingers and the minds
Of men who do express this love,
Beauty rests with all these kinds,
Some below while others above,
Romantic men, exquisite word
In all that you do write thereof,
What hand held your voice and stirred?



Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 22:26

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Lavender
Lovely words in this poem, so filled with emotion... and I also enjoyed Ian's comment. Ah the sweet wonder of the poet and his poetry. So fine to write and respond in verse! Makes me glad for us all.
2007-03-20


katiiieanne
Very good poem. I like the imagery. Beautiful.
2007-03-19


Individuality
i pick up a sigh here between the lines, a longing. delving into the minds of romantic poets, love is the arrow that touches hearts. some can tap into the wound and let poetry flow easily, others move to close the ache. i suppose poetry is itself a way of closing the ache as well as letting the beauty flow freely. a delicate balance. a good poem.
2007-03-19