I embrace tree frogs
and slide sideways
with salamanders
in waterfall heaven
Tomorrow
when I’m done
sleeping
I’ll slip silently
under
the mounds
and ridges of your skin
And send you picture
postcards from my
saturated mind
nuzzling the edges
where revelation
suckles at
the breasts of dewfall
Water Music
©crisstiena
A contest entry
- water is the essence of life by imgone.
800 points, ended September 11, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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So far beyond pleasant
One could over analyse and see many threads as the poem is read. But, when its done, you feel refreshed and cleansed, and, one realizes the feeling is better not discussed because the writer's words have said it all. It always comes as a surprise when a poem sneaks up on you like that. Very well done, indeed!!
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A beautiful one, Criss. Good to see you online again and being creative
Hope you're doing well. Not sure if I gave you my address or not since I moved. But let me know which you have of mine lol.
Had more than our fair share of water this year, with the late summer haven't we? Nice that it's sunny now though!
The imagery here was literally refreshing - I could almost hear the little frogs hopping about and splashing onto cold rocks
Not quite back full-time yet, getting the internet connected at my place in Sept. Hope to hear from you though
Stu
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printed dimensions...
your sagacity is sharper than any depth of a remaining rain forest, and your tides are higher than a moon can rise. i hear your water music and raise you three tones of dewfall in a lily field. pressed like a stargzer on a Montana wind...
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Crissy
long time since I read you...again you dazzle me with words and thoughts seeping deep with delight...such feel and whimsicle poise I feel in this superb whip of the tongue...and like water...flows effortlessly liquid gold...Love this extreamly well written write Poet..
Mal
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great write
it never cease to amaze me that poems have the power to touch the innermost soul without even knowing why...
And send you picture
postcards from my
saturated mind
nuzzling the edges
where revelation
suckles at
the breasts of dewfall.
not written to be analyzed but to touch without knowing why...
amazing!
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"I’ll slip silently
under
the mounds
and ridges of your skin"
Exquisitely penned, my dear Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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