It is wonder's child,
blushing color
exposing finger's quill
to quiver,
remembering half-rounded moon,
curving skin, warm,
to pillow dreamy haven;
but I am old enough to know,
shadows speak
in waves of sleep
baring image, as sensual liaison,
so scent might find in tangerine,
morning's enlightened
words of sunshine.
A contest entry
- PIF Early Bird Quickie...10/50/30 by poet2angels.
575 points, ended September 19, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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"shadows speak
in waves of sleep
baring image, as sensual liaison,
so scent might find in tangerine,
morning's enlightened
words of sunshine."
Lovely poetry as always, Mr. Mountain, beautiful morning songs and imagery from your inspiration.
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Wow! This is just so very beautiful.
"remembering half-rounded moon,
curving skin, warm,
to pillow dreamy haven"
So so beautiful and unique... captivating as usual. This really caressed my heart. Good luck in Lynda's quickie...
Namita
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Beautiful imagery and th ewords flow with ease the tones makes this a lovely read
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Sigh~
This awakened my senses...SO lovely is this kiss of dawn...Just beautiful!!!
Lynda
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I do believe that everything, even the elast of them, are seen through spiritual lenses with you.
Good morning scribe
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Another truly beautiful piece from you, as usual
Your words always have such a spiritual feel to them.
All the best in the contest.
Gaylene
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prompt is:
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. "
Oscar Wilde
or
the picture above
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