Heather Jephcott

His Face - Poem by Heather Jephcott

It was his face
a sparkle from his eyes
amazement speaking out.

All he had seen were lines,
black ones twirling,
thousands of combinations,
myriads of designs
but they stayed with him,
absorbed into his soul,
luxuriating in his heart

He had encountered
the beautiful

His face showed
a profound satisfaction,
the inarticulate
in so much complexity
brought joy, rest, love

Topic(s) of this poem: beauty

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is what I saw on a friend's face after he looked through my folder of drawings.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, August 1, 2014

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