She stretches arms in waves of kindred blood,
flood freeing veins
through ancient lines, in wilder cries,
and native family;
as love,
sister serving ground,
weaving summer vines in rivers,
flying slivers,
suspended from oaken fingers,
to carry braver traveler,
safe, inside her savored sound of secret.
Life is wrapping limbs in living art,
starting soul through needed reading,
fear receding banks,
living lips to laugh away from limitation,
so sun might shower inclement inspiration,
seeding flowered wish to rest,
her common ground, as earthen mother.
I have found my hallowed partner,
holding heaven, high in mountain's echo,
where unspoken covenants
of fossiled recollection nod in fabled fingers,
etching wet to rise in music,
fetching want of creative touch.
Respect is ripple's blush of rock,
where stream is bending voice to beauty's notice,
flowing brush in well-placed stone's appreciation,
our shimmering brook,
soul-searching bounty's bed for blossoming being.
It is flushed rejuvenation, her caressing bubbles,
sweet testimony of spirit billowing,
endless song to breathe in feather,
what tongue might teach in tethered wind-song,
her stronger sounds of creative cadence,
finding paper to please forever.
Author notes
When Poetry Embraces As Kindred Sigh
no rules...
just beautiful poetry...
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2377326
In a list
A contest entry
- Enter Your Own contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended January 7, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Such a wonderful poem....Beautifully written with such class and soft whispers of sigh in every line...
Beautiful, my dear friend
Lynda
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"sister serving ground,
weaving summer vines in rivers,
flying slivers,
suspended from oaken fingers,
to carry braver traveler,
safe, inside her savored sound of secret."
Ohhh, this is so lovely, my Friend. My newest favorite of yours. Ahhh, they all are, Scribe. 
Good luck in Carol's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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Beautiful...
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this is so beautiful..I remember writing for this contest of yours..the poem I wrote is still my favorite poem that I have ever written...and I love this one..
"I have found my hallowed partner,
holding heaven, high in mountain's echo,
where unspoken covenants
of fossiled recollection nod in fabled fingers,
etching wet to rise in music,
fetching want of creative touch."...very lovely
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How beatuiful, how very beautiful... what dignity and honor here.
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