Of She and Sky

Traditional..sure I can do that

The light upon her face reflects

A curve, kissed beauty glistens here

An eye, of heaven without peer

In heart, a praise to genuflect

 

In soul, a man is weak to thee

In mind, a lift of calming breeze

A glance, a tender grin to please

To touch the skin that He conceived

 

In death, welcome the depth of fire

The bed, invites eternal rest

My love, a shroud to wrap my view

 

In dark, my headstone kisses sky

The bell, a ring she waves a crest

She licks the final breath I drew

 

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

It started off so soft, so gentle, and then you came back to finish it...

o.k. o.k..o.k... As per usual, love the flow, it's awesome, it's brilliant, it's inspiring, blah, blah, blah...you've heard it all before and you'll hear it again
write a damn book, get it published you know your stuff... another hit out of the park

[Veronica Chandler]

Damn! I don't know whether to crush my pen, stomp it to death, or step outside my writing box...I think I will step outta my box because I know I can't stomp my pen; I need it to keep writing. Inspired piece!

[Bare Bohemian]

Geezus. Just kill me now. I quit you.

[Tommy]

The softer side of E.H. Monroe a sonneteer and you do it so well! This piece takes us from the image of heaven in her eyes to the last breath she sucked from his chest….God knows we think we’ve seen an angel until they take our existence to the depths of hell, like the devil’s soul proprietor ….

Great Write Man!
RLG,
Tommy

[VelvetRosetta]

Unique style, I like it! Very interesting to read, keep you captivated til the end.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

I came back and read this again - Is there anything you Can't do!?

[Emily B]

I came back to read again. I decided that you rock 'traditional'.

[Emily B]

I don't find your words to be traditional at all, but then I didn't read 'she' as a literal woman either, so what do I know?

[Amy Bumpas]

This is a great poem..resembles the beauty of perfection of she and
sky, and even in death it succumbs.