Call my feathers lush to breathe,
awakening eyes of morning fight,
my mountain’s salutation, meditating move in airing heart song,
when dream is strum, emancipating autumn.
You are frosty wings, your shadow's strings to know and listen,
through wild obsession craving touch,
these first notes telling, our inner secrets of freshened language
speaking tongues in universal aches of nomadic wonder;
my kiss, to elevate soul’s sigh for rapture,
inside your deeper hollow, panting.
Author notes
“The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.”
~Jacques Maritain
In a list
A contest entry
- Further Morning Quickiness...10/10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 31, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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"through wild obsession craving touch,
these first notes telling, our inner secrets of freshened language
speaking tongues in universal aches of nomadic wonder"
God, this is a beautiful penning, Rich. One of my newest favorites of yours. (Of course, every one I read falls into that category.) 
Such tender yearning. Congratulations on your trophy, my Friend. 
Wanda
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Lovely poetry this morning, Rich. How long the sleep and shadows seem sometimes, but that's the amazing thing about waking to the light. It's dispelled in a twinkling, and hopefully the resounding of self is not the shattering of crystal, but the sure path of life to a brigher day. 's
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Every line is excellent in this..
beautiful poem
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This is beautiful and it offers the reader such a wide variety of interpretations - and I love it when a poem takes me in so many different directions - be the heart of love, the depth of soul, etc. Seems like another gold to me - and I like the structure too.
~ Nicolette
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Geesh.....
I knew I was pressing my luck writing against you twice in a row
This has gold written all over it in my opinion I have become wrapped and lost within the softness of your words. The sensual flavor is left linger sting in my mind. Simply beautiful hun
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Very beautiful, sensual and romantic penning...
SO true is the passion from your pen..
Excellent!
Lynda
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very beautiful poetry here that seems to glide on frosty wings, metaphor to emotions of happiness, sense of rising emotions so very well done...PK
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prompt is:
“The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.”
~Jacques Maritain
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the pic above
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