MARBLE HARPIST  

interested13563 53M
985 posts
6/25/2005 7:17 pm

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5/9/2006 4:38 pm

MARBLE HARPIST


The marble harpist was staring at the flesh-figures
behind the glass.
The incandescent green-gray eyes permeated
the harmony of the yet unheard music.
His harp defining sublime tones of a past without future,
he followed her elastic movements.
"Is Eros to be learned with the enthusiasm
of a child who has found Pandora's glass box
and not opened it yet?"
The glass was shattered by a salty Light-Ray
and the fragments of her contagious image
impinged in the clay-marble like vessels of
sky-blue clarity.
The harpist felt flesh on his fingers
and the music became sound aloft,
floating over their dreams,
as they danced to the dim, colorful, evening lights.

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This was written years ago for the
most beautiful grey-green eyes that
the City of Manchester in the UK has produced
and the wonderful girl seeing through them.
I hope she is having a great life.


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Copyright 2005 by interested13563


KajunKittyt4U 52F
81 posts
6/26/2005 6:55 pm

Your poem to this girl is so beautiful.

Thanks for visiting my blog, and you leaving your very nice compliment.

Hugs... Kitty.


interested13563 53M
2557 posts
6/27/2005 10:27 am

Thanks for your comment too, Kitty!


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