Poetry (73)

Due to a personal matter the next two weeks’ scheduled posts will be released excepting poetry Sundays. After which time, hopefully normal content will resume. Thank you. ~ P ~




It is a timeless plight.

To love,

is to wrestle

With the science of fire

And to muse on

The nature of light.


So bright, so bright!

Too tender to philosophise.


She not as a star,

In the discourses of men

Do you not know?

She is lightning.


Regard, the quiet heart

Of a hurricane

At rest

In the very darkest depths

Of her eyes.


(© Copyright Pola Negri, 05/01/2017.)


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s