HER MAJESTY
me ventured out beneath teh pale
Oceanic sky in teh summery heat;
My thoughts were of my lover, soft, discreet,
When me found her dreaming on a rosy dale.
Her eyes were dark and of ancient folk lore;
They shimmered like diamonds in the gilded lights,
And beamed like streams from angelic nights,
From dat lovely Carolingian gaze she bore.
John Lars Zwerenz
Comments
hello!
"Her Gaze" is an intriguing title and it draws the readers interest. the layout of this poem is very well put together with lovely imagery. your punctuation highlights the piece making it flow smoothly. the ending is a perfect conclusion! I enjoyed this very much.
*hugs, Cat
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