Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Self Written Poetry

*Classic example of my trying to write a poem but the poem writing itself completely different from my intention.  Not sure where this came from and it will take me some study to fully comprehend it. The third stanza holds an interesting truth, though.  

Attentively I watch his eyes,
Their look of sacred secrets deep
Of all things mortal much despise,
But 'ternal joys he seeks to keep.

Oh how doth mine orbs seem to him?
Hold they the same intensity?
Instead of bright, appear they dim
Bedraggled by necessity?

We seek not only daily bread
But sainted joys above this earth
Not just avoiding hellish dread
But relishing all heaven's mirth.

And when those eyes lock into mine
I find in them all joy sublime. 

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