Spill my dust-storm mind, shifting scented shower's presence,
such glittered secrets,
invisible feathers exposed in sunshine's, fingered truth,
glassy curve to drip this moment,
bursting hour's love of now,
this peace to power earth, exposing flower, dreaming buzz,
lips to move in colored whispers of softer liquidation,
sweet dew to nose, in limber leaves of lucid perfume,
when God has tired of frozen monuments;
his covenant, caressing the thought of angels.
In a list
A contest entry
- Sunday Quickiness~ by poet2angels.
475 points, ended February 4, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is beautiful, Rich....a dance of flowers, the stars of the earth; of angels, the stars of heaven. Exquisite poetry... so good to read you and your caressing thoughts again.
~ Nicolette
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A beautiful inspiring piece of poetry, well done and congratulations on your silver tropyy.
Katie
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"when God has tired of frozen monuments;
his covenant, caressing the thought of angels."
Exquisite is the only word that will do, Rich. Congratulations on your newest chalice, my Friend. 
Wanda
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Love the emotional build of this one and the final, settling line. Really beautiful, as usual. Also, I love the way the title takes on such deeper meaning once you get to that last line, it is revealing, yet doesnt exactly give anything away, if that makes sense. Anyway, skillfully, and beautifully done.
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This is awesome!
I love the way you wrote this.
Very beautiful and inspiring work
here my friend! Well done and all
the best to you with this one.
Thanks a lot for sharing it here!
Jeremy0826 -
Oh my!
This is heavenly!
Such beautiful language that filled my heart with such gasps of purity and love...I truly love this poem and the accompanying pic is devine
Lynda
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