(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
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Still Beautiful, John! Love it!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pete!
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