She did stir such air to rise,
her love exhaled,
within my room of tethered touch
to drift in dust,
as sun ground soul
of sandstone glitter
in orange blush across my window.
And I did breathe, as ancient artifact,
these grains of past
when perfect smile
did glow with morning,
melting fear in golden tresses,
her eastern fingers finding seret,
and held my breath,
afraid to move
my lungs in rhythm,
just to keep her in the moment.
Then drop did roll
in crystal track,
tracing path
her fingers strolled
one distant night
to skin's wet slide
of quivered regret,
for what such road
might leave in shadow.
A contest entry
- Have you had Distant Tears? by Whoochi.
900 points, ended June 25, 2007, 30 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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OH wow, oh wow, oh wow...TY for entering best of luck!
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Profoud emotion, imagery, and metaphors all contrast well in this. Your imagery is stellar in every single poem I've read of yours, and it's not over done either.
At the same time I enjoy them all. Please, never stop writing. lol
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so bitterswet beautiful, wonderful poet...
I can relate...
"and held my breath,
afraid to move
my lungs in rhythm,
just to keep her in the moment."
You always give me feathers in the morning...
Lynda
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