You are the rhyme in beauty,
the great half smile of first quarter moonlight,
the radiance of sunrise over Lake Michigan.
When grand herring gulls rumble in the water,
large lake trout skip to the surface, and waves wash away sand castles.
I see you there, too, within the smell of hair,
skin, the breath of perfume from your lips,
and I can touch the rhymes of hearts.
I see you there, too, within the smell of hair,
skin, the breath of perfume from your lips,
and I can touch the rhymes of hearts.
| Copyright © 2022 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
“You are the rhyme in beauty” – what a glorious line, whether a poem’s first, middle, last, or repeated occurrence!
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful, and beautifully simple.
ReplyDeleteA simple beauty of a summation!
DeleteThanks for checking in, Roger. I trust you’ll soon have a hurricane of a submission for us?
When your life flies into disarray, it's nice to be able to make a comment:
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your most kind thoughts on my poem.