there is much grace to your dance
with feather touch fingers
coaxing extremities of
familiar flesh
knowingly-
with rise to erect
you stroke,
promising rings
around the upturned log
on your trek of enchantment
through forbidden woods.
A contest entry
- feather by Utok Bulinaw.
410 points, ended January 10, 2008, 14 entries
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Forbidden - I like that word. There is grace and allure in this poem, an aura that enchants the reader, invites one to a walk into the woods. Lovely. Thank you for entering.
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Lol Mal this had my attention, you penned this with great respect and well sensual words to show mother nature at her best, with a feather at that,lol you need to go out and try it one time,i bet you would laugh at this write and say yeah! it works!
Hey I did it!
5? wahoo
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promising rings
around the upturned log, now what could that mean lol..
I think this is a trip that many would want to take through the forbidden woods great metaphor in this one
and ooooh la la laaa with the meaning, nice to visit your page,
Warm thoughts,
~Tearz
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