La Belle Dame Sans Amour Poem by Eddie Roa

La Belle Dame Sans Amour



He saw her pass by
Crossing with familiar rush
A figure moving in strobe

A tree stripped bare in the Fall
Like watercolor blotting badly
Rouge melting showing skin

Is that she? He asked
Surely, not she, he thought
There unmasked in stark light

He loved her truly
They all did, too
Who asked you? said she

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Evaughn Gray 17 March 2009

bonne poeme monsieur! tres tres imaginatif! excellent! ~ Hazel G.E

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Eddie Roa 14 January 2009

Merci, mademoiselle. Happy to know that you like it.

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Loreta Muskardin 13 January 2009

Great images in this poem.

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Eddie Roa

Eddie Roa

Manila. Philippines
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