Glisten
There
is no beautyin a sunset
or a birdsong
sung in the dim
mist of morning.
The only true beauty
I know is in the glisten
of a woman’s skin
in the moonlight
and silence
that follows
the fire.
SMG
"If you would be a poet, write living newspapers. Be a reporter from outer space, filing dispatches to some supreme managing editor who believes in full disclosure and has a low tolerance for bullshit".................. Lawrence Ferlinghetti
4 comments:
Umm, yes. Paints such a beautiful picture.
eden
Not just good. Freaking brilliant.
I love it. :)
LOL - side note - the text I have to copy to verify that I'm a human and not a bot (Word Verification) below is FOCKYC ... with a couple letter changes it would have been FUCKYH! or Fuck YEAH! Which is what I thought when I read this poem :D Ok, random side note done. #asyouwere!
love the shape,
well penned descriptions.
See? We have our uses, we women....! Very tenderly-picked verse in lovely format, too.
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