Butterfly eyes (sonnet) second draft
By alphadog1
Mon, 23 Jan 2012
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Her butterfly eyes
lustre with the sweetest fragility.
They look at me, bold and unafraid;
despite her age of twenty three.
For they are untamed by life's hard lessons;
of bitterness and ice cold cruelty,
to lift me up, then hold me close;
renewing my sense of reality.
With a slender raised winked finger,
placed on her tender lips;
I slowly sense a growing ache,
echoing her sweet secret,"shhh",
then starts to settle my needy debts.
I slowly sense a growing ache,
that fills me with her heady sips.
and as we touch...our breath is stilled...
yet not filled, with any sad regrets.
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Hi alpha, hope you're doing
Hi alpha, hope you're doing well these days. I don't read much poetry on here, or anywhere else for that matter, but like to drop in now and again to see if I can learn something. So thanks for sharing this sonnet, I didn't even know what a sonnet was.
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Good morning Andy, hope the
Good morning Andy, hope the moving isn't too stressful, or the counselling, or the course.
I like idyourea of -
'Harry potter meets The Hitchikers guide meets trainspotting meets the bible..'
The last two are two of my biggest influences. I may attempt a sonnet or something similar this year as part of my poet's progress.
Have a good day, mate.
Kevin
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