Saturday, August 11, 2012

Beautiful Wonder...



It’s a funny thing that happens
When I see those swirls and lines
Arranged in perfect order
Unmistakably defined
Into a palpitation
Pressing hard against my thought
As I trace each curve
Each pulse, each nerve
Each heart-lurch in each jot
And I feel it softly brush me
With a tender-whispered smile
As I let its beauty crush me
For a splendid little while
And I murmur warm endearments
Into an ethereal frame
As I trace the curls and jots and swirls
Spelling with love…your name

Janet Martin~


6 comments:

  1. Brings a smile to the face. Very nice. :)

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  2. Anything with a porch on it stops my truck. I just stopped out front to see what's under the Blog title. Jackpot! Lovely poem. Love the Blog Name too.

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  3. Love this....can feel it....have experienced it!

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  4. Quite a nice read...love the emotive quality you have crafted within it!

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  5. "And I feel it softly brush me
    With a tender-whispered smile
    As I let its beauty crush me
    For a splendid little while"

    Love this!! Such an elegantly written poem!

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