Kisses in springtime
Make for rhyme.
Flowers open.
The unspoken
Word, is heard
In the heart
Of the artist
Who does capture,
In his art
The rapture
Of a girl kissed
By an old reprobate.
The portrait
Is his
At any rate.
Kisses in springtime
Make for rhyme.
Flowers open.
The unspoken
Word, is heard
In the heart
Of the artist
Who does capture,
In his art
The rapture
Of a girl kissed
By an old reprobate.
The portrait
Is his
At any rate.
This is very visual.
Thank you for commenting, Robbie. That is interesting. I haden’t thought of this as being a visual poem, however, on re-reading I see what you mean.