My mind's breath is thickened, foggy ghost,
a frosty apparition of half-life shadows,
rising fingers
in fragmented river,
morning banking rippled waves,
levitating leftover, soul-wet visions
of night wind's palette
dripping down
pristine precipitation,
calling slow ascending waves to feather,
awakening billows
of yonder breathlessness.
I seek that place where eyes are ears,
tasting touch in fragrant shadows,
not to think, but open flower,
through silent hour of silver melting.
Here she comes,
to shape in slivers, curve of face
raising facet in another gift,
sunbeam
bending sight and sound
to muse in mending.
A contest entry
- Early in the Morning by Utok Bulinaw.
450 points, ended November 16, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is lovely. The sensual tone adds to the charm of this poem. The reader could really hear the sounds and feel the breath of nature here. Nice and effective alliteration also. Thank you for entering.
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the title
drew me in and then I saw your name and pretty well knew that I wouldn't be disappointed ~ and I wasn't. Though I write very little free verse myself, I enjoy reading well-written poems of that style and this poem of yours met that mark. Good luck in the contest. joy
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no pictures please
Just want to remind you. I'll be back when the contest closes.
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what a wonderful way to start my new day
you new poet to me and beautiful poetry
i thank you
your words have inspired me and warmed my heart
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A bank of ripples shore my mind
in softer wave, their gold design
to mist upon the crest of morning
dawn to bless the blues in warming
skyborne rays in tender flight
beyond the shadows of the night
reach to steal each curve of face
where silver smiles leave a trace
begin the beat of sunkissed wing
on breeze to drift and muse to sing
*sun* ~K
Soft as a feather, Rich...Lovely
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"of night wind's palette
dripping down
pristine precipitation"
And I can bask in beauty's silence... where eyes be ears... to read and listen some music erupting from the words. Beautiful!
~Namita
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