The glass organ sang its hymns.
Finger on rims tuned as gems.
Shoulders soft creamy as moonlight
around them starlight woven and draped.
Lips full of the sunsets ready kiss,
the night, a shadow to her black dress.
Call the morning for sound of joy,
herald the dawning with all songs employed.
Still, she sleeps after her keening cries,
I watch her breathing after I arise.
Pour out the cup and it fills again.
There is music hiding in its narrow stem.
Buds race the frost for one last bloom
‘ere fall begins. Her arm is tossed across
my chest as she deepens in our new found nest.
I am caught. By feelings blessed.
It is often the weaving of dreams that makes them real.
11:04 PM
11/10/07
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
tomisb -- I have been spoiled poet2angels always says she knows who i am
option 3: 'Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin, dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely within. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove, dance me to the end of love.'
~"Dance Me To The End Of Love" - by: Leonard Cohen
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A contest entry
- Learning To Fly~ (For the group "Poets WIth Feathers") by poet2angels.
2200 points, ended November 13, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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you are a romantic.
thank you for the read again tonight.
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I enjoy creating a certain air and feeling that allows the heart to sing and the senses to celebrate.
Love, Tom B.
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Wonderful work congratulations on your award truly well deserved,
Many Blessings,
Frozentearz -
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thanks for the gift of your joy. May your day be blessed.
Love, Tom B.
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This is breathtaking poetry!
I love the flawless rhy me and romance in every line!
I really love this alot
Lynda
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If you have ever heard a glass organ it is amazing. The glasses played with fingers brushing their rims giving off these eerie notes that carry through the air to pierce your body to its heart. We, humans, are sometimes fortunate enough to be blessed by the love of another. When we allow are ourselves to surrender to it, the magic begins. We take on a new life and our friends and family notice how much we have changed. I try to capture this with my words and hope that occasionally I succeed well enough to have anothers heart at leastfor a moment sigh and feel a little light invade their soul.
Love, Tom B.
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'Weaving of dreams'--nice. I know what you mean by 'glass organ' but can't help imagining another kind of orgen--the kind I play--with pipes of resonating glass, responding to the touch of fingers. Thank chills me.
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I listen to glasses being played on the waterfront in Alexandria. I understand the chill you mention, the way the sound is so unique. This is the nearest I have come to capturing it and still I am dependent on the experience of the reader.
I am glad you enjoyed the "weaving of dreams" for in the end that is what creates a relationship.
Love, Tom B.
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Lovely imagery and soothing mood created between the lines, thanks for joining us, please however note which option this is for so you don't end up disqualified.
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Thanks for the reminder. I took care of it. May you have a hard time judging this contest
Peace & Love, Tom B.
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