The rain, gentle, warms
the silence. We peer out
the window to see the sunlight
arced across the sky. We have
found our pot of gold in the forever
we have spun from the glow of each other.
This feather bed morning where conversation
is punctuated with kisses. Our hands
pirouette, glissade across the slopes
of skin. This one on one land
where joy begins upon
the rustle of sheets.
We are taking
language lessons:
learning the vocabulary
of another's heart, becoming
proficient at the proper
pronunciation of kisses,
parsing the construction
of caresses; everything
that speaks together
as the rain hides
the sound
of smiles
spoken across a pillow shared.
A contest entry
- Find A Feather~ by poet2angels.
475 points, ended August 9, 2007, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations on your award truly very deserving,
a delight to read thanks for sharing,
Warm thoughts
Frozentearz
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Thank you . May you have a great day. Peace & Love, Tom B.
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Stunning.. so eloquently you have presented the perfect por t rai t. ...each and every word meant to be savored..A beautiful moment ...
Peace
~A~
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Beautifully done!
"We are taking
language lessons:
learning the vocabulary
of another's heart, becoming
proficient at the proper
pronunciation of kisses,"
Whispers are one of my favorite things...so sensual and you have proven that in this beautiful poem!
Lynda
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Thanks for the gold dear. I am glad I won this one. It means a lot coming from you.
Love, Tom B.
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This is not an exaggeration but the purity of love from the beginning until forevermore. Very sensual indeed because each word sent me on a journey back in time when I was young. You have captured me heart & soul.........excellent poem as always my talented friend......novy
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Pillow talk and feathers. What softness of diction you propose! No editing here, my friend. This language requires every last syllable to rustle mind, soul, and body. The sheets are just background music. You even make the rain sing.
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No Rumplestiltskin spinning gold out of straw here: Parsing: explaining the inflection and syntactical relationship...mmmmm what a word! Feather bed mornings are just perfect for nesting, and I can't think of a better way to spend a rainy morning.
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Found our pot of gold in the forever we have spun~learning the vocabulary of another's heart~proficient at the proper pronunciation of kisses~parsing the construction of caresses~ spoken across a pillow shared
This is just beautiful and flows like a caress across the tongue Thank you so much for sharing your loving heart
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I don't think I need to tell you how this feels as I read it Love, C
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