An Ambrosial Encounter

Her hair were like black pearls
Strands like the echoes of moon
Eyes deep like the ocean, 
Her smile was a blissful breeze.

Her presence tasted like some unknown metaphor
full of divine blessings
difficult to mould in words of a poet
The Omni-presence of artesian eternity

She stood there, a distressed spinster
piercing my hypnotic vision
I thought a word or two would come out
but she was frigid,as if drenched in thick snow

She had to say something
And I understood, like I knew her for years
Was she the picture of my dreamy frame
or a Soul,conspired by destiny,to be my muse.

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Amazing. So much imagery and passion in this piece! Truly a work of art. (:

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

"Her hair was like black pearls"--? of "Her hair was black pearls"--this might be more powerful.

I love the imagery here. You create a picture that I can see tangibly; something I can grab on to and hold in my mind's eye. Very beautiful. The last stanza especially had me.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Thank you...am glad you liked it... :)

[gombeggar]

Her hair were like black pearls...hair 'was' ? hairs 'were' ?

otherwise fantastic writ...keep writing

[Marie]

Beautiful picture of a cold woman...sounds like a sad ghost...

[quinfinn]

you had me right up until the word "frigid"....squelch! an otherwise gorgeous portrait of feminine pulchritude and an overall wonderful write. nicely done.

[Inda]

Wow, this is fantastic! What a scene you've painted here! Great job here!