Mother earth, where is your beauty?
Not just in the shoulders, or the arms,
not even in the belly, nor the womb;
albiet the place of sanctification,
of a future life.
See the opulent reflection set in stone,
not one look falters, the gaze is steady,
liquid light surrounds you...abundantly,
drapes your presence in solid tones,
banded as it is by earth's colour.
Fingers are drawn magnetically toward you,
eager to caress the contours of your smooth lines,
strata upon strata, fold within fold,
a oneness emanates from within,
is caught by the beholder and... consumed.
Silver trophy winner
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The poem gives off a soft aura of beauty through "opulent reflection," "liquid light," and "caress the contours of your smooth lines."
Valerie 