Take my ravaged rage of body,
breathless, to mind provoking spirit,
inside your feathered eyes of shadow,
where blissful stirring moves in breezy passions,
shimmering age, as sage in desert's chanting pillow.
I am dream, lifting sight in foggy resurrection,
last night's touch of mediocre muse, now meditating fuse,
blessed in morning's angelic center, her golden grassland,
joy to spill across my salutation's whisper,
as color dawned to rise in masterpiece.
A contest entry
- Early Bird Quickie 10/10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 31, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"joy to spill across my salutation's whisper,
as color dawned to rise in masterpiece."
Very beautiful imagery and emotion from this write
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Dang!
So early in the morning and I am already left without breath to sigh in yours words of wonder. Such a breathtaking beauty to be gifted with the pleasure to fall into.
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wonderful metaphor to the dream; and the dream grows and climbs in esteem... a wonderful use of imagery and description...PK
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Sighs ~~
Oh my heavens! Such stunning mastery within your words dear Rich, this is beyond beautiful, beyond expressions of a poet, to the highest skies oh heaven, your voice reaches as a gush of wind, a breathless whisper riding on my eye's carpet ~
So lush is your penning ~
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Masterpiece indeed!
Beautiful, gorgeous and perfect awakening for any Angel to gaze upon...
Lynda
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Good! Wow. I loved the word choice in this piece, my friend, and was amazed by the unique phrases you used. Well done. I wish you all the best.
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prompt is:
"In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary."
~Aaron Rose
or
the picture above...
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