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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #1154984  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Changing Eyes
What could change my view of the finest thing in life?
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Changing Eyes

My nieces laugh at how much I love cheese
in all its colors and flavors enchanting.
Their mother says one day I'll find a honey
that can overcome my favorite food's allure.
I can do nothing but nod politely and smirk,
for all other foods are merely a whisper.

Flavor from each food speaks to me in whispers
drowned out by the raucous symphony of cheese!
Still, my sister maintains her knowing smirk
and insists there is something more enchanting.
I doubt anything could ever match it in allure,
not even sweet, runny, fresh-from-the-comb honey.

There is no fundamental failure in wild honey,
but for its sweetness indiscriminate as a whisper,
lacking the fine distinction in taste and allure
to be found in every family and age of cheese.
My nieces favor their nacho dip most enchanting,
to which my palate can only chuckle and smirk.

Yet, somewhere hidden inside my silly smirk
is a desire to discover that theoretical honey
which might somehow, in its texture enchanting
and its resemblance of exotic, intimate whisper,
change my eyes and how they look at cheese
in its indescribable, nearly undeniable allure.

Rare are those whose attraction and allure
can penetrate the sarcasm of my smirk;
but, for the promise of a nip of novelty cheese,
I agreed to sample my sister's chosen honey.
"Where is it?" I hissed out in hesitant whisper.
She answered with a mysterious smile enchanting.

She pointed to a woman most enchanting,
standing nearby with an innocent allure.
"Come," she signed and mouthed in a whisper,
and I obeyed, retreating from my sister's smirk.
I was indeed intrigued by this attractive honey
whose sweetness disregarded pungence of cheese.

Soft like cream cheese, her hands were enchanting.
Her hair of golden honey held an irresistible allure,
and I could no longer smirk, only blush at her whispers.





My first attempt at a sestina uses some of my favorite words:
         cheese, enchanting, honey, allure, smirk, and whisper.


Sestina rules

six free-verse stanzas with end words in rotating pattern:
         A, B, C, D, E, F
         F, A, E, B, D, C
         C, F, D, A, B, E
         E, C, B, F, A, D
         D, E, A, C, F, B
         B, D, F, E, C, A
3-line envoi with end words embedded:
         ab
         cd
         ef
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