This poem represents moments that I spent in contemplation. It is a birthday poem...One that I am conflicted about..one that I am not sure I should celebrate. I am sitting by a lake and I am observing the beautiful scenery but she is on my mind and my heart is heavy.
this is poem resembles the features of a Renaissance(16th century) poem about beauty and admiration. i was inspired by 'There is a Garden in her face' (1617) by Thomas Campion. however, there is a twist to it - it is not about the beaty of a woman but a man. it is supposed to be abstract and rather grander with its images. hope you enjoy it and give me some feedback :)