by Keith D Allison
Her beauty was like
the wind driven rain
driving me insane
she spun a web
that sparkled in the sun
it caught my heart
filling the summer
in the glow of Angels wings
Posted on 03/11/2007
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/11/07 at 11:43 PM|
Hi Keith. "in the glow of Angels wings", a wonderful vision. Sweet, flown memories. Excellent. Thanks.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/12/07 at 03:51 AM|
Interesting image, man. I like how you bring it together without really going over on the details.
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 03/14/07 at 03:25 AM|
This whole poem resonates tenderness - even the storm, because the insanity on the narrator's part had to come from a combination of beauty and mystique. Only terrible beauty can have such a radical result.