Poem 2-15 e2

eyes of innocence

beguiled by truth

a fair reflection

to whom I lose

the palisade of self

I fought to construe

a tiger's roar

reduced to mew

voiced in moments

with attention consumed

by lingering whispers

beloved static quavers

of cordial residue

and this pulse rambles pointless

within resigned virtue

bygones decidedly empty

, without memories due you

 

Reviews

[April Child]

eyes of innocence
beguiled by truth

a tiger's roar
reduced to mew

Tell it like it is! I love this. It's all here, you have captured that absolute attraction where nothing or no-one else exists. Someone catch your eye?

I read it aloud and it flows beautifully. Really nice. Well done.