Hi all,
Tonight’s piece is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is betrayal.
He is perched
Along the rooftop
In tribute
To his friend
Though his eyes
Have betrayed
The memory
Of her beauty
He is present
In the scent of summer
In the rouge of fall
In whispers through grass
In the song of the breeze
As it passes through his wings
Though the days
And the age
Of his memory
Betrays her beauty
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Okay, W.G, you've got me wondering what kind of bird was in your mind. The one I could envision had yellow but from there most anykind.
This is a wonderful poem, one that lets the reader be there with the writer.
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I hope my eyes have betrayed the beauty of Mrs. Jim's loveliness.
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Lovely write...even our winged friends demonstrate love...
Lovely and well done!! The betrayals are well used in both places!!
Very nicely crafted, like it.
These lines:
In the scent of summer
In the rouge of fall
are exceptional!!!
Nicely done.
enjoyed it.
:)
eyes and memories don't always work consistently.
Bittersweet. I sure can feel that one!
In the scent of summer - love that turn of phrase. The whole poem is wonderful. I enjoyed it very much!
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