Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Moments In Time


A heart in search finds love
Moments like these frozen in time
Poetry's aim the perfect rhyme
Connoisseur stumbles on the perfect wine

Sometimes I'm lost in the caves of grapes
Labels upon labels tempt my heart's eye
What secrets reside inside each cry?
"Drink my soul, " they cry! "Don't ask why"

Love's blind spot in every thoughtful soul
No one knows why the heart strikes a pose?
It is you my Dear; my heart chose you Rose
Among the rarest poetry and lover's prose

Passion poetry evokes dormant nerves
Venus De Milo sculptured beauty curves
A poet's toolbox dependent reserves
Time immortal labor of love preserves

February 17,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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