Rustling clouds of verdant mists
slide and twirl upon argent boles
when I chanced to see at break of day
in cathedrals made by birch and light.
Orchid kisses flutter on my mind
as amber needles sting so sweetly.
Silk breath unmasks my veiled face,
smoothly running down my soul.
Through air darned in crystal rays
I peer through the priяms of life
and see my heart giving birth
to colors, slick, coated in diamonds.
Indigo butterflies glide side by side
scattered imprints of past, present
and what is to come, unhinged by time,
I breathe more alive in jade harmony.
A contest entry
- In Cathedrals of the Forest...A 24hr Theme of Solitude & Grace by Blue Rew.
897 points, ended March 22, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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beautiful, absolutely beautiful. i love it. the images it conjures are wonderful and the use of language is beautiful. an overall stunning piece
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Thank you for the ad and this amazing comment. It put a smile upon my face.
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Beautiful! congrats on the trophy! Your imagery is wow! you beautiful poetry shines through as always
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"Orchid kisses flutter on my mind
as amber needles sting so sweetly.
Silk breath unmasks my veiled face,
smoothly running down my soul."
How beautiful....I just adore this....sighs
Wonderful bronze...smiles
Congrats..
Blessings
~A~
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Great description of morning mists/fog in first two lines, especially "rustling" in a woodland! Delightful "orchid kisses flutter on my mind" and "silk breath unmasks my veiled face."
I really enjoyed your metaphor of butterflies as "scattered imprints" of past, present and future. Lovely concluding line. Excellent take on the prompt, particularly the picture!
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Wonderful
Congratulations on your wonderful trophy. You are such a gifted and talented writer and this piece expresses so well, just that. Wonderful work. So very very pleased to see a shiny trophy on this piece. Well done. Indigo butterflies... Oh I loved that. ~Pamela 
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. It lit my day, literally too, sun shone through the clouds.
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This weaves a surreal and infinite beauty into
the moments of awareness that we can happen upon
while immersing ourselves in Nature's solitude.
Colour flows through each stanza adding an extra
element of feeling and imagery. The final stanza
especially speaks to me of acceptance and serenity.
Blue
PS-small misspell at prisms -
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The misspelling is fixed and I really thanks for the awesome poem. This is one of my most fave artworks by Stephanie and it spoke to me. If my head didn't feel like lead that day, when I wrote I think I could have done more, but I am happy with the result. thank you for the trophy.
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