To Capture Beauty

Robin Voigt

Cast an eye
To Capture Beauty;
Silver, wet, flash

Flash and click;
Click and blink
As quick…

But she is gone
And what stays on
Is not Her

For she who is Beauty
Will remain;
Never still nor vain,
But always.

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Sunrise Eyes

Robin Voigt

Sunrise eyes;
Clear, clean
Green eyes blink
With Sunbird sprinkler’s
Dew
And, deep within,
A hue
Of glittering gold.

In noonday heat
No shadow hides
The tranquil beauty
Of these eyes.
The steady, gaze
Is Nature’s eye,
And solemnly
She confides the gift:
The perfect plum

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