An edited version of 'Amy' (2005-10-17)




Amy.

Her smile bright;
neighbouring the sun
that passes the due mountains.
Melting frost with her touch,
blinding in the glistening streams.


Her cream hair;
sway past Gogh-painted clouds –
oh so white.
Blunt blades of grass
dance in her eyes,
Reflecting the fields of purity.


Her skin;
soothed with a butter-knife,
fashionable in every extent
except in match for the personality,
portrayed within her words.


Her tears;
corresponding with every colour,
the silver lining by her rose-orange cheeks.
Lashes flicked like the tip of a pouncing flame,
beautiful in every aspect,
beautiful; how she chooses her path.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-10-18 at 17:32

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2013-11-10



Well written!
2013-11-03


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written
It was a joy to read your
beautiful words
Thanks for sharing
N T
2013-10-20


Kathy Lockhart
Beautifully written with so many descriptive words that flow across the page, ghost-like. Just as you decribe her skin, each pleasant part of her, she is alive and I see her and I feel your love for her. Bravo, Kathy
2013-10-20



Continuing the timeless tradition of love poetry. Very nice images.
2013-10-19


shells
So many great phrases here, if I had to pick one it would be, " blunt blades of grass dance in her eyes."
2013-10-19