General Poetry posted August 16, 2021

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Hands that will heal, guiding hearts to feel

Her Wisdom Of Words (the Poet)

by RGstar

Her Wisdom Of Words
(The Poet)


She wakes a summers morn, sleep barely brushed from her brow
Greeting the dawn, yellow daffodils curtsying, somehow
Fated, all is revealed: a loon, or shy manatee
A quail's trail...a lover derailed--such things she'll foresee

Poignant thus the winsome trees, fresh from a windless night
Where by magic, words ignite; set forth in worthy flight
So they glide; like restless swans through canals of her mind
Like seasoned antiques, they repeat--as feisty, as kind

So how then to compare a dawn's chorus to a smile?
Or a footpath of roses to blue dolphins in file?
The truth is far less worth, than the passion to pursue
A good poet, therefore, brings the morning to the dew

And should the last moon of winter host the new day's light,
Hands too shall heal, guiding hearts to feel--such the delight
Pining with pain, or soft falling rain, words paint the hue

Like embers they dance, hers to enhance--an opus new

...and yes, she, withal, a poet true,
so to enhance the senses anew.


Poem of the Month contest entry



Written for, as to mark the excellence of, our dear Karenina.
Get well soon dear poet...and you certainly are such.

Winsome=attractive or appealing in a fresh, innocent way.

Opus=1.a separate composition or set of compositions. (music)
2. an artistic work, especially one on a large scale.

Manatee= A sea Cow
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