I am wild with yellow wind, my eyes of morning blush,
your softest pool of golden zephyr in promised,
thirsty land, of continental drifting.
I rise from wet, to swell inside your ancient mirror of misty meadow,
Autumn’s crush, embracing chill’s fresh, leafy quiver.
Come with me to write in feathers,
as billowed hearts, through heaven’s canyon,
what blooms might blow, as true companions,
traversing desert waves in laughter’s palette,
parchment’s earthward swirling, to fly with love, our sandstone salutations.
A contest entry
- Early Bird Quickiness...10/10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 18, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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woah .. .your poem painted me a picture that does not fully describe your visual aid above. The imagery from the poem was way better - but that's just how good your poem was
Congrats on the gold trophy!
All the best and keep writing,
Never ♥
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Beautiful!
Congrats!
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This is so beautiful and with its imagery you can see Seasons change and love bloom...Gorgeous!
Lynda
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prompt is:
"When Seasons change"
or
the pic above...
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