For Elisa

When the south winds blow and the west winds alter
Clouds and heavens stale and falter
Leaving the air both cold and still
In all together will
Though the clock is wrong
My mind's aware of his hiatus
Just when his hands are fresh and long
I know that at the end, there's still a beautiful us

Optimism's just a part of my elongated vocabulary
Even though under my skin I'm wary
Of winter's icy claw retrieves
The oak's palpable leaves
Though the season's wrong
In doing such a tempered deed
His ugly face reared always early ever long
Just know that all year through, you are my only need






Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2009-02-11 at 03:12

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this poem has such a brilliant wording. excellent use of rhythm.
2009-02-22



A valentines poem to be most proud of Michael. She's a lucky girl to have you and your wonderfully romantic muse. That last line of the first stanza, is perfect and I hope you always will have such a love in your life.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-02-11


Kathy Lockhart
sweeter words written so eloquently are hard to find. This is lovely, Michael.
2009-02-11