Corona

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Corona

She wears beauty like a vintage crown.
And it glitters, radiant --
An eclipsed sun whose corona cannot be doused. 

How unhurried are her steps!
Meandering with ease along the green paths;
Dainty amongst the blossoms. 

And when she smiles,
The oceans pause and the winds part,
The stars dangle from their fixed Heaven,
The mountains speak and the trees shake --
To bask in a little bit of her joy.

She wreaths herself in joy.
And it flows, like dancing liquid
Clad about her body like perfume.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Jammin’s Poems (49)

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Suicide 0
Whale Song 0
Joyful 0
Goodbye My Love 0
Lost Voice 1
You Should Be Dead 1
Dancer 1
Kill or Be Kill 0
Sunset 2
Shooting Star 1
Corona 0
I am caught 0
I wet the page 1
Mother 1
She Was King 3
Merciless 2
For the Restless and the Lonely 1
That Love Comes 1
Envy 1
The Promise Of Love 1
The Fine Consumption Of Books 1
The Privacy of Ink 2
Warm Solitude 3
Falling Out Of Love 5
The Tragedy of My Shadow. 2
Shallow Deeds 3
Tears 4
Savannah Woman 2
Warden 4
Teacher 2
Vent 2
Succor 4
Slave 1
Amber 1
Prison 1
Broken 0
Reborn 1
Sneak 5
Breathe 2
Stumbled 0
Yearning 1
Water 2
Ruthless 1
Wretched 3
Sample 1
Moon 1
Loved 4
Burn 2
Rest 1