Beauty’s daughter, who did shine,
fate and fortune made her mine.
But when years of youth were gleaming,
she trod softly from my dreaming.
Like the dew on leafy lawn,
she dissolved, one day, at dawn.
When the midnight moon was waking,
beauty’s daughter, (born for breaking,)
tore in two the poet’s heart,
though she’d sworn she’d not depart.
She was cursed to be capricious:
offspring of two vipers, vicious.
By her dad was forced to fight
love (she’d felt) with all her might.
For he hoped the tide was turning,
and love’s fire would not keep burning.
Beauty’s daughter to the last
laid the blame on curse they’d cast.
All that spite her folks had spoken
broke the boy whose heart she’d broken.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine, Beauty's daughter. She was adopted by two vipers and so, for her supposedly earthly parents, she opted. But gone was gleam of glory trailing from the clouds she was once was sailing...
- Category: Love
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love the synchronicity of the picture with your poetry
that determined face and imagery of background
while striding, forth
yet back, to arms
once, forsaken in the name of duty or loyalty..
(a mirroring of story telling, artforms)
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thanks, LB. One day, despite the fact that I have been married to my long lost love for 5 years now, I will have exorcised this ghost of grief from 40 years ago! As with the loss of my father, my rhymes are helping to heal the invisible wounds. Again, I'm so very thankful for your precious feedback and continued support. 🤗
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