Hollowed chimes caught
within a circling cycle
of unmoving air space,
waiting for wind's caress
that would allow quiet songs
to burst forth
from Spring's unearthly silence.
Butterflies circling, confused
by the daunting dearth of fragile flowers
erupting from hardened, hallowed soil;
a haunting lack of rain harvesting
tattered wings, spiralling
with sorrow as they fall,
subdued.
Gentle voice of Hope
wildly whispering:
"Wait ~ never surrender delightful dreams,
the dance of grandeur invading your slumber
even when you cannot sleep
from humidity surrounding your skin,
rising like sultry steam."
Tornado's tempest & sea's soothing shoreline ~
granted grace & refusal of radiance ~
torrid gestures & stormy secrets unveiled
by understanding ~
volcanic verse & molten music ~
the Poet is all of this
& so much more...
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Loved your words, beautifully written as always 
You are just the sweetest thing, Kathleen. Thank you so much for your thoughtful words, my Friend. I'm glad to have been here (in whatever capacity) for you, Sweetie. 
I never, ever poked ya, though. Although you've poked ME a few times. 
I appreciate ya, Lady...more than I could ever say. Love you right back, Sweetie. 
