ignorant of the fruit she bears,
she walks the garden, a doe.
unmindful of her sprouting seed,
she traverses the farm, alone.
her eyes display, a naive glow,
her words impress, now ebb now flow,
no reason, rhyme, an empty shell,
but oh my lord, what a bombshell!
her feet are tender, unflowered buds,
her hairy brow, a study in youth.
her bouncy hair, a lovely fixture,
her unsteady pace, so immature.
she walks, ignorant of her steps,
unaware of the self, averse to thought.
she walks, blissful, enraptured lass,
"she lives the poem she cannot write".
she walks the garden, a doe.
unmindful of her sprouting seed,
she traverses the farm, alone.
her eyes display, a naive glow,
her words impress, now ebb now flow,
no reason, rhyme, an empty shell,
but oh my lord, what a bombshell!
her feet are tender, unflowered buds,
her hairy brow, a study in youth.
her bouncy hair, a lovely fixture,
her unsteady pace, so immature.
she walks, ignorant of her steps,
unaware of the self, averse to thought.
she walks, blissful, enraptured lass,
"she lives the poem she cannot write".
5 comments:
A nice poem. Very interesting. It is written in a natural flow. Each and every words chosen in this poem, are powerful enough to leave its effect on mind. The poem is the outcome of a poet's sensitivity.
A nice poem. Very interesting. It is written in a natural flow. Each and every words chosen in this poem, are powerful enough to leave its effect on mind. The poem is the outcome of a poet's sensitivity.
Feel intoxicated of the thought. Very effective and sensitive expression.
Well written. Words chosen in each line are apt. Good job.
wonderful.. love it!
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