Randy Resh

Rookie - 345 Points (April,1967 / Toronto, Canada)

The French Teacher - Poem by Randy Resh

I am taken with her skill of language
well versed in verse root romantics
as well, wooing and cooing
with captivating kinesthetics

intuitively she knows how to move
keep her poet jaw dropped and gushing
spilling fount flow for fumbling and wondering
that he might please her with writing
that he might please her with writing

writing, writing for offering...

form voluptuous statuesque classic
Romanesque animate becoming
hair hallowed aureate dawning and drawing
generous goddess lips eyebrows blowing

crystalline kisses through azure spectacles
spectacular splendid spectacles
inspirate azure and emerald speckled
aquamarine splendour shining

spectacles windows bowing....

But she is no mere anachronism,
mine ageless angelic antiquity
rather, an archetype for study sustaining
filling parched poets and artists hungry

unto the ages exhausting eternity

her accent accentuates geometry
I am aching articulation arching
fantastic fresco, mosaic musing
influx imagery inundating overwhelming

core etymologic elocution erotic
syntactic sublime as enamouring
and she is laconic, tutoring beauty
the virtues of verity; beloved brevity

I am putty in her hands, clay for sculpting,
molding metal for cursive casting
As for her, mine words are so such;

We are crafting each other in many languages



copyright R. Resh 2008

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 22, 2017


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