A poem expressing life's beauty, written in Chinese Modern Tang form.
Beauty in a budding rose
That smells of sweet perfume
Beauty in words we compose
As insight fills the room
Beauty in the cobalt sea
Whose stillness brings much peace
Beauty in the maple tree
When long summer months cease
Beauty in the flying dove
Whose wings prepare for flight
Beauty in the precious love
That lasts day into night
Beauty in the beating heart
That shall keep perfect time
To play an everlasting part
In true love’s rhythmic rhyme.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|A beauty indeed!!
Just like you and your heart!!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Beauty is...this work.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Dang it, Birgit and Roger said what I was going to say. I'll just ditto them and add exclamation points!!!!!!! LOL Well done, my friend, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
You write inspirational poetry so well; keep these beauties coming! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Beauty is Jill's writing, in Chinese Modern Tang Form, when her words flow soft, their brilliance hit us like a storm. A very lovely poem,
Birgit and Roger :)