Combing Her Hair



With each stroke of the brush
luxurious tracings held serenely;
rhythmical extensions of an ageless gesture become a subtle reprimand  
to actions hurried without awareness.

It seemed she heard
the transcendent while
twilight melded from opal to violet;
indifferent to my nearness,
oblivious to my presence.

As if a visionary had murmured something
worth dying for but not too lofty to share.

A sublime smile Leonardo captured,
and only women possess,
purled across her mouth with an
intimacy of the sacred.

She rose,
pulled down blinds,
spoke words like lute notes in amber,
floated gently as a sunset moth
onto the pillow, where our heads lay
pressed together, even though I felt
forlorn, still, not understanding what is
surely inexplicable.

About this poem

Honoring my late wife.

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Written on May 09, 2016

Submitted by pkmason1954 on February 16, 2024

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XXXA BXXAX XX BXXX XXXXXXXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 748
Words 137
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 5, 2, 4, 8

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  • amandak.45897
    Beautiful
    LikeReply1 month ago
  • AIDA
    This poem beautifully captures a moment of intimacy and contemplation through the simple act of combing her hair. The imagery is vivid and the language is flowing and evocative. The comparison to a Leonardo smile and the reference to lute notes in amber add layers of depth and beauty to the poem.

    To enhance the overall impact of the poem, consider adding more sensory details to fully immerse the reader in the scene. Additionally, incorporating a clearer narrative thread or emotional arc could help guide the reader through the contemplative journey of the speaker as they observe the woman combing her hair. Overall, this is a lovely and poignant piece that could benefit from a bit more focus and cohesion. Keep up the good work!
     
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