Just an observation..


As she walks in the room...


1

Her eyes (without the blemishes of tears),
Bring Autumn to her door to praise their hue,
And in a gaze such artistry appears
That higher worlds express a tenure too;
Though temper puts these treasures in arrears,
The storms are brief, and calm will soon ensue:
And then they have a most endearing virtue,
Which seems to say "I have no wish to hurt you."

2

And if she does! It's seldom cruelly meant,
No, just her way of warning to all men -
Who doubtless wonder where their worship went!
The flowers, the jewels, the ache of each "amen"
So secretive, that none know her intent,
Now off she glides to who knows where or when:
For women, they resent being understood -
Beacause it does their mystery no good.



Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2012-04-13 at 19:00

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SandraMarion(Hill)Veinot
interesting indeed.
for I have often used that very sentance.

'I have no wish to hurt you'.

ENJOYED!
have a great day.
2012-04-30



An intriguing portrait, Mr Cooke...
My attention was held throughout this elegant piece, due predominantly to no fleeting desire to see through your eyes, but also because of the excellent rhythm, which moved my feet to tap a little in an appreciative manner. And your numbering pleases me too, though I am not sure why.
Applause!
2012-04-13