I shake within my smile of eyes,
your living curl,
curving shimmered glow,
caressing spirit love of morning
in craving angel,
melting soul from winter's shiver.
We touch in taste, two together,
quivering skies to glancing sighs of blushful waves
and endless quaking
to laughing season, speaking love;
internal dancing to find you near me,
livid lace through lighter feather,
and tickled weather, touching toes.
Hear my breath roll windy giggles, effervescent bubbles,
clear and talking,
raising roll in river's miracle,
imagining spring in crystal grassland
through lungs that burst inside of innocence.
You are whiter wing,
my soul's appreciation
to sound tasting joy in swimming jubilation,
growing closer skin to sing
as tulips,
when red weaves wilder, joyful hips.
A contest entry
- Saturday Morning Coffee Break Quickie 10/AT LEAST 10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 24, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Love should always thrill like this, too much to contain, joy spilling till the heart can only soar upon its wings...at the very least, such currents for sailing.
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A very beautiful laughter and love I hear in this poem, Mr. Mountain, congrats on the gold.
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Wonderful imagery, dancing words... Congratulations on gold!
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Beautiful language with wonderful images brought to mind. Love should be fun and this is...
Awesome
Lynda
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great words..brilliant image..
but over ten lines!!!
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Hi rules say at least ten lines...so I am assuming more is OK...
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prompt is:
""We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh." -- Agnes Repplier
or
the pic above
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