Gails of blowing wind
streak across their cheeks.
With tear-blurred eyes
they breast the rainy bold.
With sound dampened voices
they laugh shivering cold.
Wet smell of cooling pave
surround streams newly formed.
The icy touch glowing
fingers with stiffening raw.
They huddle in wet-warmth
around life-giving fire.
In a list
A contest entry
- 48 Hour Contest! by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended July 21, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Brilliant!!!
Perfect capture of nature and muse in peaceful harmony, while also depicting the reality of our humanity. Peace & love, Cyn
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I really enjoyed this piece. You have shown us that sensual writing is not limited to just erotica or love poetry; for that I am apprecative. Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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Ah Frans!
This sounds familiar.
A lovely poem on interactivity and interconnectivity. The joyous and tactile of elements and human spirits and the whole of love and sharing.
I loved this poem. Inside the fire always instigate love and no external conditions can block the flow of the soul.
Edengroete, nou hier vanuit Stellenbosch,
Myra
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myrataal
Myra
I am honoured to have you as my mentor. Your comments have given me greater insight into my own poem.
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