High in the mountains where;
eagles soar in heavenly bliss,
clouds wrap around the
glory of Gods icy kiss.
The air fresh sweet, clean
I found a beautiful hot stream.
Dropping my clothes where I stood
one foot dip into the pool;
created by nature and the spirits hand
just a gift to common man.
I waded nude in the warmth
playing with my imaginery lover.
He came to me; with arms open wide
his touch so real my heart cried.
I closed my eyes knowing
he would be gone in a wink.
He whispered in my ear
darling never think.
Today we still go up in the Denver hills
I shall never forget how that
hot stream feels.
Trees, birds, the white tail deer
I loss my love, in one crystal tear.
Author notes
about a lady secret place to think, about her true love she loss.....
A contest entry
- Paint A Picture - ends later tonight by tara wilson.
1200 points, ended August 19, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Magical
Brazos said it all! But you have misspelled or misused the word "loss" it should be "lost". But an enjoyable read anyway. I loved it very much. Walt.
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Oh, I have places I go to, to think about things, imagine...this is beautiful, thank you for this entry
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You painted a picture alright, I didn't even need to look at the image above to see it, it was all there in your words.
Uplifting, but kind of sad as well, like so much of life.
Great job, I loved it,
Brazos
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