Treading across flurries
of wild and windswept colors,
breathing through mistrals
that paint your days,
violet and blue
dipping my brush
into the bowl of your face,
to spill your shades
of white satin skin,
as stream on land.
Pallid lips washed
within folded papyrus,
fragments of our passion
tosses in hued horizons
to breathe as clouds,
and cottoned petals
that float, brushing air,
your rosy fragrance rising
inside the azure of heavens,
and the golden tinge
of God.
Your lanscaped are
mere shards, glass desires
in captured fragility,
and I caught you
within my love
as a fleeting
shade of
tulips.
A contest entry
- Colors Of Peace - 24 hr quickie by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended October 15, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Simply a stupendous poem.... I lvoed how you drew me in and caused me to see...that tulip. Awesome!!
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beautiful... wonderful depth
to this piece leading to the simple end that I could not have found more fitting!
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Wow! a splendid piece my friend. A joy to read.
Thanks for sharing and keep writing my friend.
VIRGOAN
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Thank you so much dear friend!
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