creation

(a poem from several years ago)

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creation

 

Your movements are what drew me in

Like the soft caress of refrain

Gentleness in thoughtful motion

Throughout thine rugged terrain

 

A protrusion from a skier's dream

Many ways it swoops and sweeps

And underneath the hollows sit

Cavernous and deep

 

But 'tis your eyes that hold me now

Captured me tight in gaze

This is surely a place where poets go

When their names are but a haze

 

Melancholic longings found within brown

Surrounded by ample milky white

Teeming with phantasmagorical odes

For love kindled at first sight

 

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10/17/2008

John L. Harmon

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Freak Out,

JLH

P.S. Click REEL to read another poem from another time.