07 April 2016


By Bud Koenemund

For "Her."

Exalting grace is a poet’s duty –
Offering words of praise to birth legend.
History abounds with these deeds; beauty
Glorified; in art forever blazoned.
‘Tis said Helen’s face launched a thousand ships;
That Juliet’s bright cheek would shame the stars,
And Aphrodite’s excellence eclipsed
All – ‘gainst whom even porcelain was marred.
But, I protest your fair is fairer still;
Possessing somehow a charm unsurpassed.
While unseen, your mem’ry abides, and will
Endure though millennia have elapsed.
   Immortality is not mine to grant;
   Yet, this and thee live on in love extant.