|| Lord Byron (George Gordon) Style
A Childish Love
Her beauty like the glorious day,
so sweet, subtle yet stunningly bright,
soft like March’s drizzling spring sprays.
Her beauty like the elusive night,
like stars’ twinkling in their special way,
like the moon casting a soft overlight
The air of elegance she controls,
an icon of power she renders.
She who stands confidently alone,
blossoms in her brilliant splendor.
Her features, from the flesh to the bone
perfect; and her nature so tender.
Her humility ever present,
with a heart so passionate and kind.
Joy radiates in her presence,
a blessing amongst mankind.
Admiration for her, apparent
And my love for her so blind.
–
|| William Carlos Williams Style
An Entry
A new day should be
a blank page
waiting for new words
to be written.
But not today–
my time
was wasted
accomplishing nothing
waiting for
nothing.
Christy - Poetry 