Saturday, April 24, 2010

Poetry Project, Day 24

What a day - I got to join my wife on a bike ride this morning, and share my love of a sport with her, then we got to see some good friends and have a nice time playing some pretty fun games with them....and THEN the Pens closed out the series against Ottawa! Oh yes, it was a very good day.

In fact, it's such a great day, I think I'll write some poetry about it!


She

She walks in moonlight,
silken beams of elegance filtering down across her shoulders,
illuminating her essence, her soul, her grace.
Gossamer threads of hair trail after,
light and aglow against the dark night,
hearing the call to dance in the breeze.
And dance She does, every step a careful placement,
every bend a perfect form,
beauty and grace on display where none but I may see.
And I wait patiently, observing this nymph,
this treasure, this divinity, perfection,
because in her simplicity,
She has enraptured me.

Thanks for reading!
The Fat Kid

1 comment:

Adam said...

This is a very pleasant poem. In tone and form and style, this is a great example of. . .well, the kind of poetry this resembles. It's a Romantic kind of poem, though stylistically more modern. It also. . .doesn't really feel like what I've come to think of as your voice. The fault for this may be on my part, but it feels like this is imitative poetry again - if one well done so! Some of the phrases and metaphors seem very, very familiar. So familiar, I cannot really picture anything about the subject of your poem, if that was the point. Now, don't get me wrong, this is not a bad poem. I just know you can do better. :)