In a season of greening
sunshine means so much
and gentle rains, sweet waters
nectar from kinder clouds;
and time grows with us
as palms turn to rain swollen skies
gentle breezes touch every fold
and carries traces of our wants;
rising and falling with golden days
glistening in silvered dew and mists,
growing dreams of wonders and autumn wishes.
In a list
A contest entry
- Photo Prompt/10/10 by AliceinPoetryLand.
900 points, ended February 12, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very gentle touch of poetry.
So nice
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You have a gift for meditative and serene poetry, and this short verse is no exception. You use accessible vocabulary, yet form ideas in interesting ways. I particularly loved "and carries traces of our wants." Congratulations on your silver trophy. Peace, Liz
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Beautiful stuff, PK. You've painted a lovely picture to my mind's eye. I love: "palms turn to rain swollen skies." Congrats on the silver shiny.
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Excellent
Terrific interpretation of the picture. Congratulations on the silver.
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Oh wow this is just gorgeous! Thank you so much for this stunning piece
gaylene
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