Poems on Elizabeth Bishop Published by Members Recently Online
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
Villanelle Nr.12 — The Sacred Art Of Losing Well
Your villanelle intrigues him from the start
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
949 reads
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
Villanelle Nr.12 — The Sacred Art Of Losing Well
Your villanelle intrigues him from the start
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
949 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
874 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
874 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
874 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
874 reads
14 Comments
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