Ishtar....
My harp of sight sings. These lights alighting as writing on strings
play me a song of belonging and things.
Her flightless breath hefted in my direction left me without wings.
I'm arrested, blessed, no caress of second guessing this queen to I, king.
No words carried in the shared air that this sigh brings.
Play me a song of longing and things.
Ishtar....
Far be it from me to stand under your moon and demand that you see
or grant me a boon. I understand that we
must part when the croon of the rooster says sun
and our two to this tune be a duo made one.
A contest entry
- Love in the First Degree by Sensual Sapphire.
1225 points, ended July 15, 2007, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Ok I want
the whole story now. Why must they part when the sunrises? This is one of those things where you can imagine the entire story and be hapy with it or you can beg the author and try to wait until the rest is written. Welldone and thank you for entering. -
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Ishtar is the moon personified, so in my writing she can either be a person or just the night in general. Come daybreak, she leaves me, and the two to this tune be a duo made one.
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Awesome
This is one helluva wickedly kick butt awesome poem and I really loved how well yopu penned this poem and I onlky wonder was this for a poet though? any ways don't really matter because this is a supremely penned poem. keep up the very good work here. Signed, SmokinHotWhiteTiger
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oddly I read another poem from this contest today without it being on purpose...if that means anything to either of us right now..?
but yes..the way this is written is...well..I cant find a beautifully unpronounceable word to say right now..so I'll skip that part of the comment...
basically I liked it....
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I absolutely loved it! the way it all ties together and the flow of it. makes me want to read it over and over just to speak such perfection from my lips! amazing piece Great job and keep pennin'
Jasmine
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Thank you, I'm glad you liked it, miss.
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Very nice
Yes the breath upon the air felt by the lovers of a time past forever lasts for in this day and time its aged feelings that come back to play a most sweet tune
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In the soundtrack of life, it seems to me that many of the chords are struck by lovers. It is the ones who've played well that are the most painful for me to hear.
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Lovely tribute to the goddess and her face.
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You're wonderful. ♥
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