Story Lines

Posted: March 20, 2012 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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Calm composed countenance
Covered in a carnival of kinked lines
Criss crossing crashing into corners

My Grandmothers eyes sparkle
From behind a veil of wrinkles

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

This poem is linked to OpenlinkNight @dversepoets.com

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

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Comments
  1. Matt says:

    It is a good pic isn’t it. A very nice poem too.

  2. zongrik says:

    now that’s to the point!!

    sonnet 36

  3. Pat Hatt says:

    Yes that sparkle is always there, great job!

  4. brian miller says:

    nice…love the textures of hte opening stanza…as much as i do the creases in the faces of my elders as well…

  5. Yousei Hime says:

    Beautiful complete portrait of a respected woman. Your affection for her is as clear as a professional photograph.

  6. Chazinator says:

    A wonderful photo, remembered so lovingly in poetic tribute. This is works as a haiga too think.

  7. Dark Angel says:

    I adore the alliteration in this!

  8. meiro says:

    Really love this.

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