In the eyes of the beholder

by The Princess   Oct 22, 2010


Place me,
a stone nymph,
upon the veins of marble,
shocking, proud and shameless.

A Myriad of scented candles have
a way of making even a sin seem

sacred.

- I am no goddess -

---

yet he painted me
-a mixture of
sunshine, halo
and rosewater-

wingless.

and I wondered
how can he not distinguish
between

a fallen angel
and a fallen

soul.

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  • 12 years ago

    by MyaEve

    What a beautiful piece of poetry! The imagery was excellent, the pauses, the uh- hmm, wording. It was all so beautiful, what a well deserved win. Continue writing, you've got quite a talent for it!(:

  • 12 years ago

    by PoetryKnight

    Your poetry is flawless, a great read indeed, definatly deserves the 5/5 i gave you, but i dont think this poem should over all rate a 4.6. well you keep writting, and I'll keep reading,

    From the PoetryKnight.

  • 12 years ago

    by Kiko

    Nor, this has all the ingredients of a great poem: great language, nice imagery, a timeless theme, and a touch of mystery.
    Very well done!

    My only suggestion here might be to change the way you use the word "myriads." Myriad means a vast number, and is rarely used as a plural. When it is used as a plural it is preceded by the word "the."
    "The myriads of scented candles"

    I think it works better in the singular:
    "The myriad scented candles"

  • 12 years ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    Nothing is truer then the title you have given this piece of art. Although, I wonder sometimes if man will fall blind to the rare but simple beauties of this world.

    yet he painted me
    -a mixture of
    sunshine, halo
    and rosewater-
    ^I have to say these held me strongly, such beauty, i'm almost speechless.

    A wonderfully written piece, of one's inner battle to anothers vision of great beauty. I loved the ending question as well, but maybe the fallen soul was always an angel. Loved this one as well!!

  • 13 years ago

    by Clown

    Very beautiful poem, I loved it! Merry Met!