Music embraces hooves to feather as circle
to gather circle rendered,
in Italian dream of childhood silver,
when moon was shy, and I was smiling.
And you were always craving magic
like Saturday whim when wheel would turn
in swirl-go-round to Bella Noche,
knowing I was already smitten
with such a dish to taste forever,
your windy wish, to seek in heart.
A contest entry
- within words by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended February 14, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great imagery, wonderful wording. Thanks for sharing... x Love and light, Butterfly.
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breathtaking
Such a beautiful write, Rich.. filled with lovely imagery and thoughts to ponder...
Lynda
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My dear friend,
Again you leave me speechless! How is one to compare with your writes. Like Brenden, I feel like a novice when reading your writes. Best of luck in the contest.
love ya,
Nyetta -
Wow there is some amazing talent on this site and you are definately in that category, i feel like such a novice,best of luck
Brenden
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