POET'S SKILL

POET'S SKILL

A Poem by Raymond Federle
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This life were to be newly made when you get old,
On heavenly views, blessed in holy books.
Can I change your thoughts, that I may change my mind?
That my eyes say true, a jewel to find.

A liquid prisoner in walls of glass,
My offering is given to thee, poor but free.
Your mirrors will show how your beauties wear,
To set a feast but for the eyes.

Through the painter's eyes must you see his skill,
and behold a deep vermilion hue in the rose;
Which eyes not yet born shall read,
To be held so proper, prim and prose.

By seeing farther than the Father's eyes have shown.
To set to form thoughts of change
The sacrifice of worded thought,
A simple rhyme upon the stage.

© 2019 Raymond Federle


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OK brutally I found your opening line confusing! Perhaps 'If life were to be newly made when you get old'?
From there on in I found it difficult to follow the rhyming scheme although much of the piece was enjoyable. There is something of the sonnet about this but.................................................

Posted 4 Years Ago

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 Added on May 16, 2019
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Raymond Federle
Raymond Federle

Cumberland, MD



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I've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. .. more..

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