Only I Know

Are you the paramour who's plain, my Elkhorn?
Are you dressed in earthen colors nearly all the day,
Without such charms as falls or rapids?  Do you rarely
Rise up from the ditch those single-minded pioneers
Determined you should run?  Are you, in other words,
No pristine Rocky Mountain mistress, flinging spray
And begging to be fished?  I must concede that you
Are not,...  and, yet, as evening arrives, you sparkle
With such elegance that upland harlots can't outshine
You, and yours truly, your one lover, finds you far
From plain.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-27 at 01:15

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Love it, Lawrence.

Uncle Meridian spoke of verbal alertness in your writing. I loved that, and you know that I greatly admire your observational talent too.

Another masterpiece!
2022-04-29


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Verbal alertness and agility of mind are present in this poem from start to finishment. (New word, I think!)
2022-04-28


D G Moody
Bravo Lawrence. A very superficial first reading may not disclose the poem to a beloved other - not a woman, unless she be a water Being - the lovely river.
2022-04-27


1LFD
Very , very nice.
2022-04-27