She is wild to blow
in billowed fur,
my angel soaring higher stream
of River's rush to incantation,
where Mother's wish
is waved in spoon,
wanting look to pay attention
for what she gives, as ever sacred.
I hear her cry of joy inside me,
calling homeward noise to echo
my inner canyon etching wonder,
that I might dream this verse to give you.
A contest entry
- Fantasy Picture Inspiration by AliceinPoetryLand.
525 points, ended May 17, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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ahhh, beautiful.
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This is beautiful, poet man - it compliments the picture and yet it doesn't need a picture. This one really purrrrrrrs and is wonderfully concise and creative.
~ Nicolette
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"I hear her cry of joy inside me,
calling homeward noise to echo
my inner canyon etching wonder,
that I might dream this verse to give you."
Ahhh, this is lovely, my dear Friend...Gorgeous penning, Scribe...& any verse you share is a precious gift, Sweetie...Good luck in the contest...
Wanda
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beautiful
This is a breath of feather and a flutter to the heart...breathtaking poetry, my friend,....
Lynda
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My Dear Friend,
Seems like forever since I stopped by one of your writes and this is just amazing!!!!! Leaves one sighing in contentment! This is beautiful, but than again all of yours always are!!!! Best of luck in the contest! and never let your ink bottle run dry!
Love ya
Nyetta
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This is truly beautiful.
Thank you so much for this fine entry.
Gaylene
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