Curator
alone - aloof – from aerie , the curator of beauty, burns
starry-orbs – seeing , seeking, peeking
a voyeur of wonder through keyhole peers
more facets of beauty charm those eyes
starry orbs – seeing, seeking, peeking
impassioned curator of comeliness -
to apprehend what eyes alone cannot
a voyeur of wonder through keyhole peers
beauty - unaware, un-posed, un-primped – yet -alluring
in scent, song, succulence
more facets of beauty charm these eyes
of untold majesty will she her rapture cry
to any and all with savaged soul to hear


















Comments: 36 ( 1 removed by stephen berwaldt )
Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
I confess, I wish this were written about me, it's very honoring.
Now appearing next to the other trimerics at Mindful Poetry.
Thank you foe your compliments...
At any rate, I think this poem absolutely shows off the form in its best light. Whoever created the trimeric, upon reading this poem, Stephen, would exclaim, "Exactly! *that* is what I intended!"
I'm skeptical on whether it's as good as you say, but I'm flattered you think so...
Thank you. Perhaps we'll get you into the spotlight...you do more than your share...you should have your just desserts...
It's only upon reflection and careful study that the form surfaces. Good form needs to be secondary to the beauty of the poetry.
Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists. Now featured.