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Helen
Contributed by
aliopterix
on
Friday, 30th December 2011 @ 01:54:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Helen
She flits past me so
Quickly that I am left
Only with her scent
Like a footprint in the
Air – I am ensnared
I trace her aroma to
Finally gaze upon her
And am transfixed
For she is Helen – a
Goddess amongst us
Time slows almost to
A standstill – her lips
Move but I cannot hear
What she is saying – I
Am dumbstruck – lost
She is surrounded by a
Pack of baying dogs –
Would be suitors who
Vie for her attention --
She casts only scraps
They think they are the
Hunters but the fools do
Not realise that they are
The prey and it is already
Too late – they are hers
As soon as it began it is
Over – she has gone and
In her wake the hunted
Are left chasing their tails
Wondering what happened
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Re: Helen
(User Rating: 1 ) by richard2 on
Friday, 30th December 2011 @ 04:49:51 PM AEST (User
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Very Good. Great words about a beauty of the mirrors. I think we have all known one. |
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