With the gentle creep of morn you kissed my eyes.
As dawn arose and glowed you stroked my body
with your sighs.
Small sobs of exaltation overcome by star filled light,
to celebrate the flight you kissed my eyes.
A contest entry
- Eloquence in Brevity by RatherImaginative.
1400 points, ended July 31, 2007, 29 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"small sob's" This shouldn't be possessive, but merely plural.
While the poem on the whole has a beautiful sensuality about it, I love the imagery in the first 5 lines especially. The rhythm of the poem adds to the effect of it wonderfully. Thanks so much for entering my contest! -
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Thank you for that lovely comment,
Peace
Ronn
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