As sigh quills,
finger painting
sunset sky,
charismatic, ancient feathers,
embrace tomorrow's thrust;
trusting yesterday's wing,
blowing breezy hands through heaven's hair,
blushing distant lash,
laughing love's orange, evolving echo,
quivering eye, cascading skin,
swelling
jasmine river.
I breathe my kiss
in passing glimpse
where mind is sketch
to etch this canyon.
A contest entry
- what is lovely never dies by Nicolette.
1000 points, ended October 7, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Truly beautiful imagery here. I love the way you've painted a picture for my eyes to read and see. This one lingers. Thanks for the lovely entry.
~Lyrical
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The ancient never dies and it inspired you to write this lovely poem - such a weave of the spiritual and eternal here that finds its way into the canyon and into your pen. Wonderful interpretation of the contest theme - like jasmine water and revolving echos that linger. Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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I love the use of language here - the different images are so amazing. It's a beautiful poem and a very vivid picture.
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"charismatic, ancient feathers,
embrace tomorrow's thrust;
trusting yesterday's wing"
A beautiful piece, my Friend. "What is lovely never dies"...then all of your words shall remain timeless & safe within so many hearts, dear Scribe...Good luck in Nic's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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