Sensuality is but a leaf,
tracing sighs in wind-swept autumn,
as it falls in circled beauty,
such as coiled breaths of auburn hair,
and within that little eye
that the green did bare,
I set up my laughter's cradle.
Ah! Such a magical kindle,
as the blooming bliss of spring,
that touches a dagger's wintery lip,
and surpasses all endurance,
for such is my soul's barren thought,
reaching out to meet silence,
and the tongued philosophy
is a pinkish tinge, as a kiss is
on the horizon.
The art I craft,
in the ocean foam,
and the cooling hymns of a pool,
is but my own reflection.
A contest entry
- Artists - Poets & Paint by poetryality.
3250 points, ended December 30, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticism Is Very Much Welcomed -- I Am Here To Learn
Comments
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woah! this iiiis a b s o l u t e l y amazinG man!...you're rreally something....."wow"(:
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"The art I craft,
in the ocean foam,
and the cooling hymns of a pool,
is but my own reflection."Ah! What a clever penning indeed! You have captured the essence and soul of this artist with the magic of your well chosen words poet. There are layers here yet to be unearthed. The trained eye can see beyond the scrim. I see the tones, and colors your words so vividly paint. The reality of art is in its many discipline. You are a Master of the written word. This poem is well written! Thank you for this entry in my contest. I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love & Light ♥
Renee ♠
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