there is opaqueness;
a lack of clarity and
a force that melts tundra
in gentle breaths ~
shushed...
as relentless
as it is warm;
frigidity relinquishes
to her sirocco breeze;
the smell of tall pines
and the gentle headiness of
lost lucidity...
a levanto plays allegretto
across mountain spines,
and warm winds paint
lilac
as blossoms
on hushed lips...
A contest entry
- gone with the wind - wind poetry by Namita.
300 points, ended November 12, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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" as relentless
as it is warm;
frigidity relinquishes
to her sirocco breeze;
the smell of tall pines"
this is beautiful..
I love the word sirocco
wow.
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blossom on hushes lips. beautifully penned.
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thank you for the inspiration
and your lovely comment and HM
elaine
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elaine.. this is beautiful- just softly beautiful
m
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lost lucidity...
i adored that idea
wonderful wonderful wonderful
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Just beautiful xx
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This is a big deep sigh, elaine.
I want to hear the hush, and the smell of pine has special meaning to me (as I'm sure it does to many
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damn..... i should move to Yorkshire if they music like this coming through the hills...
joyous Elaine, absolutely....
G.x
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Loved the feeling of warmth about this poem... such a subtle sensuality about this piece.
Pure music...and simply beautiful!
~ Nicolette
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"a levanto plays allegretto
across mountain spines,
and warm winds paint
lilac
as blossoms
on hushed lips..."
Wow..this is gorgeous!!
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