glazed with dewdrops
your fingers find early desire
like palm sweat
and melted secrets wet
with the drip of kisses
at the edge of morning
light lies
camouflaged and silent
where a ghost dream
silent and camouflaged
lies light
at the edge of morning
bathed in god-fires
still filled with midnight
you inhale sapphires and
dive
slow circles...
who will suck
your whispers?
deconstructing night
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A contest entry
- Dewdrop Morphing {contest] by cherche -d -ame.
300 points, ended July 11, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This left me breathless
it is absolutely beautiful....you ran with it , into the imaginagination , into sensuality and into being a very serious contender for a trophy Best wishes,
reenie
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polishing chrome...
I stagger on the deconstruction myths you've installed. breathing jewels and what will the Kirby man do when he arrives and finds all the whispers used and gone?
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Lovely imagry in this. I like the way the second stanza swirls back upon itself. I am inspired by this piece and may let my mind wander with this awhile to see if an entry is born. Thanks for that as I have been relatively UNinspired for quite some time...
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This is gorgeous Chris and I loved the play on words, "light lies" and "lies light". Incredible as always.
~Lyrical
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wondrous imagery here! great word choice and rhythm, terrific overall effort! My favorite in this contest so far! Especially loved the last two lines!the edge of morning twist worked well for me too! be well and know that you are loved! John
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"bathed in god-fires
still filled with midnight
you inhale sapphires"
Ahhh, exquisite penning, my dear Friend...Gorgeous imagery throughout...Good luck in Reenie's contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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This is a beautiful love poem...and those last lines "dive slow circles...who will such your whispers?"...simply breathtaking! It feels so good to read love like this for only true love (and its counterpart sorrow) can pull poems like this from the heart. I loved the light and the fire here...indeed night can't exists in dripping light and love like this. Simply beautiful!
~ Nicolette
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