DESERVING OF FINE EPITHETS
In intervals of contemplation
unstirred by sudden impulses
she had the rectitude of mind
to follow instincts lead
Disclaimers of false sentiment
as honeyed bearings spread on flint
once burnt from unbecoming lips
extinguished now by flame.
And shaded by the draperies
by intuition’s sway she smiled
indulging moods of pliant love
deserving of fine epithets.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I would welcome interpretations of this piece - I have no underlying vision which prompted me to write - indeed each line just fell into place without me knowing where I was heading.
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It's all right for some, mucking about with 'pliant love'. Will it be swoony?! I should get my coat, get out more, let my hair down, and try some! heehee. When I stop talking in maxims, that is (are they maxims? get my coat, etc).
You been painting near my street? We have a former Chapel that looks like that white buildiing
It'a painting of a village in South Leicestershire - Ilston. I'll paint your chapel or any scene) if you care to send a photo.
Thanks M. I only got a Box Brownie. That's the stage I am at in my tech knowledge of cameras!
Miss Berles says she will visit you today, and sends best wishes!
Hope she brings some ginger snaps.
Beautifully composed...enjoyed very much
Thanks so much Jason.
The comfort "pliant love" brings outstrips all "false sentiment" to this female who unafraid to follow instinct contemplates becomes aflame with hope for the future. A fine tale of thought used before choices are made dear Michael.
Great interpretation Fay
Oohh what's she up to - plying, etc?! lol.
Thanks for sharing UNCLE MIKE : We do have Villages like that Essex : Brian & I would like to live in a Village (near a Town !) when we are married ! V 1. We Girls do all have impulses of LOVE : and my mind says 'Follow your Instincts !' V 2. There are no False Instincts here : Brians kisses taste of Honey ! V 3. Smiling I indulge in Pliant Love (Brian should feel so so lucky !). Love the innuendos in this Epithet : no wonder Uncle Steve SWOONED ! Its 11 am (Tuesday) here my first Clinic is 11:30 am : do you need some Physio ? ! Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Aw thanks - would love some physio. Wound site is still painful and I still feel very fragile both physically and mentally - yesterday I spoke spoke for the first time with the lady who applied pressure to the wound for at 30 minutes until the parademics arrived ( there is no doubt amongst those present at the time that she saved my life) and I completely lost it - I had to hand the phone to my dear Jeanne to thank her. I am usually someone who can close doors behind me but this one will stay open for a long time and may never properly close.
A very fine write Michael.
Intuition is normally right in progress through life.
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