Poem -
King Leonitis
Artemisia
Lady of pain
Your lips are scarlet dripping.
I sense my own fear
Are you the consort of Hades?
Or Pygmallion?
Persia whispers in my sleep
All the Wizards call out to me
Where is fair Helen?
Hercules and Zeus
The sport of Gods is mans burden
Even the thunder must obey.
If running could suffice
I would be a rush of wind
Whooshing by
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Wonderful verse. it's an honor to read such a gifted poet
Well PoetessΒ Β You honor me with your approval as I have read your words and your comments.. You as well are an addition to this site. and I appreciate your time and consideration,
Violet
A credit to this site with your beautiful words. Well done
Thank you for your kind words I appreciate.
Violet
Love this Violet. Great write.
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You know with all the crud going on right now in the world.... it is A hugeΒ
gift of time to still come and read and comment.... thank you so much
violet