--Elite Writer Alias: Snarkypoet Name: Kear ASL: 20/F/US of A Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 2485 Life Story: reads like a fanfic. [ Ignore User ]
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Thanks for your comment on my latest untitled piece.
That one line in the second part of the poem was written in Esperanto. I thought that was somewhat evident, as I had just said 'Esperanto lessons' in the previous line. :/
Also, I used 'palate' in a context where I believe it is common. Personally, I find it to be an exquisite word, and I love to use it. And, if it had a jarring effect, then that is good too. The whole piece feels rather jarring to me, so it fits.
I'd rise to leave her sleeping years ago
when she imparted poetry to me
and torn between her form and artistry
I'd pen for hours the love we came to know.
She gave me ballads with the gentle flow
of days when laughter wove our memories.
I thought to craft her eyes and mystery
in sonnets even time could not unsew.
How apt that since her death I cannot write
but leaf through grief and trace her grace in books
of poems that we lived when we were one.
A fool to leave her side those many nights;
the words just glimpses of the light she took.
She held the blinding beauty of the sun.