She did not come to steal my heart

‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?’—W.B. Yeats

The doe eyed beauty looked up and my heart melt

She walked daintily as if not to leave any mark, full of grace

Nature endowed her with all the beauty, she looked resplendent

A graceful curvaceous body  adorned by a beautiful face

My heart aching to reach out to her but I was afraid

She stole my heart as I looked at her hazel eyes

A red rose from the garden an appropriate gift, I surmised

Thanks I was not expecting but her acceptance  be my prize

Called out to her softly, asked her to wait

My heart beating, gently I went to pluck a rose

Surprised she darted changing her gait

As I saw my devastated garden, my heart froze

Did not wait for my rose, she did not come to steal my heart

After her voracious appetite, my rose garden will need a fresh start
deer (2)
©Pranab2017


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Sixteen

 

 

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WRITESPIRATION #116 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 20 – It stared at me…

Turned my face away
Ran as far as I could
Hid behind veils
I could not lift
Changed my identity
Shunned everyone
Tried to make a new life
Away from all I had
Left behind society
I could not fathom
But could not hide
From myself
Truth, It stared at me


http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/05/17/writespiration-116-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-20/

Face

Face, instead of being mirror of the mind, hides the pain hidden deep inside.

Face

If
Face is the mirror
Of the mind,
That mirror has become
Opaque long ago.
It does not reflect anymore
Under layers of cosmetics.
Promises of eternal youth,
Botox,
Once expressive
Now does not show
Any emotions. 
Maybe it’s for the better
To hide the pain

Carried deep inside.
Pain of the extended hand,
Slapped away several time.
Face
Does not communicate
What’s in mind.
Deep beneath the layers
Of aged skin
And make up,
Hidden by a fixed smile,
Face has failed
Long ago
To mirror the
Pain in my mind.