How you delight there
You dazzle me
I cannot say
How layered in frothy light glow
I marvel still
Ecstatic to catch sight of you
But know when gone your magic truely remains
So treasured beyond all knowing thought
I mark thee with a heartfelt sigh.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, June 16, 2016
Writing Challenge: “Write a poem in the same rhythm as the Lord’s Prayer, but use your own words,” p.47, From Startle and Illuminate: Carol Shields on Writing by Anne Giardini and Nicholas Giardini.
Image: Peonie Glory, by P.A. Moore