Passion swims mounds of restless covers,
swelling night away from touch,
where peace is darker stain of noise,
wheels turning time, churning soul
without a reason,
my luminary clock
flashing numeric criticism,
for what in not inside my heaven,
as universe billows clever lips,
speaking quips
for what is missing
in moon's mirage,
finding far too distant,
dusty orb,
as cold romance in silent stone.
A contest entry
- Closing Some Time Today by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended July 25, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Seems your quill is ever talented in tickling not just the senses but the emotions as well. No matter what you pen it comes with a sigh's release in the end; be it longing or aching. Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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Hi, very nice my friend, silent stone has been a favorite phrase of mine since I started writing lol, lovely write ,all the best in the comp, Di
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"speaking quips
for what is missing
in moon's mirage,
finding far too distant,
dusty orb,
as cold romance in silent stone."
What a great image this is, my Friend...sorrowful, pensive, honest & pure...Good luck in Bel's contest, Scribe...
Wanda
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beautifully done, as always from Master of feathered pen...
So amazing once again, my friend...
Lynda
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