nature

Sitting tight on the cover in confident composure.
Ebbed eyes, laden in power to enrapture.
Joy-riding the time’s waves of rhythm.
Oh! The choking slant of that smile.

Men have weathered worthier charms.
Suffered the soft probes of valleys laid bare.
Salutations? To the insane, O! sanity.
Tributes, to the uncultured raving passion?

Driving those charged heartbeats, in wild ripples.
‘Love and war’ enthralled by nanosecond formats.
Leg wear, meshed like the skin in mourning black.
Drape of flowers falling free in desperation.

Not again, battle of wits, let us be friends.
Here, I peep with baffled eyes, helpless.
The battle rages, and I must beat the retreat.
Or face court-martial of the mind for desertion.

butchiesmom

Arrogance. Hmm. Nice tight lines, vivid images. I like the following lines for the image implied in my mind.

Men have weathered worthier charms.
Suffered the soft probes of valleys laid bare.

I've made some suggestions in the lines bolded.

hugs,
Gail

nature

The corrections you have made are excellent.

However, if you only knew why and how the poem was written you would not have suggested the same.
I am grateful for the to the point suggestions and thank you for reading and commenting which is the essence to poetry development.
Thanks.

How does one click a buddy to remember him here?

butchiesmom

I'll add you to my buddy list, Jai.

hugs,
Gail