in whir and stir of colors,
I am caused to dance
between determined kinds of deaths
memory of crueler winds
blasting my fragile ballast
being struck by simple mooring
spring’s sweet kiss
a gift so gratefully taken
after surprising myself
in surviving
summer’s slipped caress
embraces me, enters me
like osmosis filling leafy desires
upended, I undulate to rhythm
of god brushing by
A contest entry
- gone with the wind - wind poetry by Namita.
300 points, ended November 12, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Is thic Carol? It's absolutely beautiful.
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this is, and ty my friend....
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More beautiful words. I wish you the best in the contest and God bless.
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so beautiful Carol. Tight image and sonorous words.
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Excellent
What a wonderful lilting quality so full of an airy essence to ride the spirit on the clouds.
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"summer’s slipped caress
embraces me, enters me
like osmosis filling leafy desires
upended, I undulate to rhythm
of god brushing by"
As One, Scribe... Beautiful!
~ Nicky♥
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