Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Her dark eyes sparkled


Her dark eyes sparkled
Revealing; understanding
But she was not mine

I love raven hair
And hers shone like ebony
I longed to touch it

Yes, she knew that too
Her tact and prudence a curse
She’s too wise by far

And in our farewell
She offered her cheek to me
Delightful embrace

If I could but sing
What ballad of love would prove
Her superb beauty?

But no voice let forth
Still, she’s ever in my mind
My perfect dreamscape


11 comments:

  1. Wistful perfection without a tune, but your words lay out the rhythm and possibility. Very sweet and fine!

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  2. You have painted a beautiful picture with your words. Lovely

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  3. Minds and dreamscapes are the safest places to store treasure..and sparkles

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  4. Oh! wishful Love!! how beautifully expressed!

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  5. "My perfect dreamscape." Wow. Yes, in one's mind is often the safest place to keep such a treasure. The lustre will never dim.

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  6. but you got connected! - this is why in your mind this unique dreamscape... :)x

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  7. Sometimes perfection is best only admired and given a peck on the cheek. Once she is real, she will be messy and somewhat less than perfect.

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  8. Very well written and fits the prompt.

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  9. True loves are found mostly in dreamscapes true expressions -we sing in solitude

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  10. Nice writing of a lover's longing, and rejection. I think we can all relate to your poem. We've all experienced (I think) infatuation with someone who does not respond.

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