Wild Eyes (for she who knows the truth inside)
Her soul fluttered in the rising wind
screamed in the roaring sun
sang in the silent meadow,
bit the juice from life’s desire
Their minds shrank
to the passing touch
of her floating veil
her beauty they missed
in the echo of her scream
Who does she think she is
Could she not be normal
while standing above her station
why do anything, but live to die
she listened to their hate
She cried inside
her tears turned the flame
to an ember
He saw in her all he was himself
he held her hand and she held his
he kissed her lips and then her mind
the fire raged
consumed them both in joy
She gave him all he ever needed
The touch of a flame to make him smile
(c) Frank McGivney
Words I love to write 
Put simply ‘splendid’ work
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Thanks so much Mike
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‘Bit the juice from life’s desire’
‘He kissed her lips and then her mind’
Wonderful wonderful words Fran – I love this poem. 🌷
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Hi thanks Liz ( big sis) I wrote it this evening before I went home from work. I was thinking about the small minded ways of people sometimes and how they can subvert the beauty of the true free spirits of the world and then how meeting the right person can raise the flames of a woman’s passion for life once more
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Ah this made me smile
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