Ardor

ardor might not be only about sensuality

Ardor                                                      Feb 2011                                   

Ardor for the beauty of butterflies,

too soon revealed that he can't disguise,

from stone respect-to "no longer wise,"

yet held with wonder in children's eyes.

 

Ardor in the song of the sighing wind,

dark moaning devil yet laughing friend,

whirling dust dervish or leaves to spin,

drop to dead silent then re-begin.

 

Ardor for innocent children's eyes,

windows to hearts that have yet to lie,

tenderly sweet that may shameless cry,

ardor for life that will never die.   

 

Copyright 2011 Rikkevi Rue

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Reviews

[Weepingmoon]

Still like reading this one. Well penned with your old world charm.

[ice]

ARDOR
1: an often restless or transitory warmth of feeling

b : extreme vigor or energy : intensity
c : zeal
d : loyalty

Yup, you covered all of these in this beautiful poem.

I enjoyed reading it, Rikkevi

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

dances round the tongue~ slips through into the inner place where imagination stands its solid ground~ captivating