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This is Your Poetry
by Elizabeth ShawUnder an internal sun
elongated bodies make love
beyond their realm.
This is your poetry.
To see beauty
and to want for that beauty
its leaf full off
is to glow beyond limb
the finger’s reflex.
When I read your poetry
A joy intrinsically core
to the beauty that is my own internal sun
finds its roots
in the shelter of your creature’s art.
I blossom under its shade.
03/21/2003 Posted on 09/06/2012
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Shaw
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/07/12 at 07:15 PM I can really appreciate this, nice write. And this, "in the shelter of your creature’s art" is a fine, fine line. Delighted. Thanks.
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| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/08/12 at 02:04 PM All good things spur a growth within us, or expand our perceived boundaries. Nice write. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/07/13 at 01:48 PM I adore this poem. Purely and simply, it is oxygen to my soul. Have been in love with this ode since you first penned it. Needless to say, I will continue carrying its torch, always be in thrall of this miracle you wroth. |
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