I waltz this dream in silvered echo,
remembering love's breezy blush,
as mind's wild canyon,
December's hollowness, seeking star,
layered to wilted remnants
of fate's forbidden zone,
her silken syllables,
shimmering hope.
I see your face,
as little girl playing heart,
not tainted,
to dream in evening's glowing mountain,
where she might fly into salvation,
evolution,
beyond this strange confusion,
where tainted toys fade into rainbows, bursting petals,
elixir’s cerebral, sweet surrender,
of life to fill with days of practice.
Spin our heart song rush
in bodies, close together,
softly floating through flower's whisper,
our water,
strong enough to weather,
walking colder strands of air, sweetly breathing, breathless, bare,
as winter's curve, served in feathered angel wings,
of dancing school for drifting lovers,
remembering applause,
to sighing covers.
Author notes
I used all the words in the word back and of course the picture...
A contest entry
- Learning To Fly~ (For the group "Poets WIth Feathers") by poet2angels.
2200 points, ended November 13, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations on your Gold wonderful contest wonderful poem well done Kaibab well done,
Warm thoughts
Frozentearz -
This is amazing...
Such a breeze that blows through a young heart's tresses....SIgh
I love this
Lynda
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"December's hollowness, seeking star,
layered to wilted remnants
of fate's forbidden zone,
her silken syllables,
shimmering hope."
You know how much I adore it when you have "hope" in your poems, my Friend. 
Yes, winter is cold...but love will always keep you warm, Scribe...Good luck in Lynda's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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Some wonderful images created here to dance in our mind, contrasting the abstract verbiage used to construct them, very well done leaves the reader much to think about.
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