Monday, April 27, 2015

NIKA--By Terry O’Leary--France


The laughter rippling ’cross her lips
Brings sweetness as the honey drips...

Her crystal eyes are flashing blue -
They beckon with a misty hue...

Her feral strands of golden hair
Are waving gaily in the air...

The music plays, her swirling dance
Entangles in a mystic trance...

Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".


  1. Hi Terry. This is a nicely-written poem of soft and gentle verses that captivate my mind. Thank you so much for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

    1. Thank you, you are always so very kind!!

  2. Ah, yes, the "physicist lacking gravity" - supposedly, but you sure do possess balance and rhythm, so now, who really cares about the supposed deficiency in gravity? Either way, you are way up on it! Sheri

  3. Thank you, Robert Dufresne, for the following--

    Oh my goodness ! I am there. What a beautifully descriptive,drawing write. Great Job Terry. Really!I am impressed.

    Bob D

  4. Terry, as always, your first lines capture me and hold me transfixed throughout the rest of your poem. I never want to see it end. You have that kind of special talent Terry! Always a pleasure to read your work. Blessings, Connie