Without Folderol

It's not like me to rhapsodize.
The sky is blue. That's good
Enough. Its color needs no
Other name, nor does it need
A metaphor. The sun is out
And warm today. The view
From here, above a valley,
Pleases me. I like the wind,
Which sweeps across the grain
In waves, but I won't say I
See an ocean. I'll just leave
It grain, okay? And I've enjoyed
The corn and chicken, not a
Feast, a simple meal, and you,
My dear, no angel are, nor
Does your beauty (which is
Great) out-illuminate the sun,
And, though our souls (if we
Have such) cannot be said to
Intertwine, I do hope you realize
How much you mean to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-03-15 at 15:51

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