Let me dry your tears;
take you under my wing
under the light of my midnight moon.
I'll be the one with loving eyes
sharing clandestine conversation
under sparkling constellations.
Spill your sorrows upon my shoulders
as I stroke your tender heart
with whispers of warmth
to soothe winds of deception that linger.
Our destiny begins here
with these fingers finding
your face, now glowing
with more than feathered intentions.
♥♥
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Author notes
pic inspired
Thank you to the hostess Night Hope for the inspiration
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also inspired by a poem by Errant Panther "Tumbleweeds"
Thank you, Cuz
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and last but not least....this is dedicated to my destiny...♥♥
In a list
A contest entry
- Pay It Forward: Picture Inspired Contest by Night Hope.
1000 points, ended May 17, 21 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This seemed soft... The only way I can explain it. Great metaphore. Thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest.
Be well Poet,
Art
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good grief could ya thank anymore people and estiny rofl I had a good crackle of laughter at that part. any ways well penned poem full of strong words that really mixed well together. keep it up


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Beautiful...
How I love and ador your words that whisper so softly it seems when you paint such gentle touches of love while you grace the page with beauty from your heart and soul sis. I love ya, and all the best!
Peace, Brother Timothy


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Very nice poem, I love this line,
Spill your sorrows upon my shoulders
I love it... It really drives home what you are saying…


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There is a softness, I have come to expect of you. It so beautifully cloaks the rock you are. This heart that beats to love and once it settles into place will grow the most beautiful flowers. It is so clear in the wonder of your words and so reach in the feelings that leak out of them.
Love,
Tom B.

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Such beautiful flow and feelings of depth and love...a true work of art in word choice from the heart...you write with such emotion and it is beautiful...
Best to you!
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A destiny of love, two hearts coming together eternally in feather and in storm.. OH Lynda... SIGH~~~ there ya go again GF! Sigh~ I bow to you Queen!!

Beautifully penned embracing our hearts to sigh!!
All my best to you!!
Jazzy


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Wow...such a transference this work of art is...a very wonderful embrace of where love flows from...and weaving story to where it returns...
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Oh a truly moving piece that connects neatly with the thoughts left behind from my poem "Tumbleweed". Such beautiful expression of emotion as always from you. good luck in the contest cuz.


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You do this so vividly and so beautifully...*sigh...think I will read it again.
Love, C


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"Spill your sorrows upon my shoulders
as I stroke your tender heart
with whispers of warmth
to soothe winds of deception that linger."
Personally, I rather enjoy a decent Aztec religious ceremony.
*ahem* This is lovely, as I knew it would be, Lynda. Yes, deceptions linger...ahhh, but Truths...they are infinite, eternal, tracing our souls with their fingers. Thank you for entering, my Friend. Good luck, Sweetie.
Wanda


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You crack me up girlie..... Aztec ceremony lol....hmmmmm I guess some take metaphor much too literally
....TY for the vote of confidence after that harsh review LMAO
Your contests always do inspire and seem to stir up some **** too lmao
Lynda
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"stir up some **** too"???
Ahhh...my job here is done, then.
And all before I even arrived upon the scene.
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yeah, LOL If it's not directed at sweet lil' you, then it is directed at your friends
LOL Oh well
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Sweet Destiny...
A whispery wave of calm came over this reader. Sounds to me like you were describing the hostess or yourself.
Wonderful Words, Poet!

~ Nicky♥


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SIGH!!!!!!
Oh my dear friend,
I sooooo love reading your wonderful words, and this is one reason why! This is truly beautiful!! I could almost hear it being whispered in my ear as I was reading it!!
Great Job!
Best of luck in this contest!!
and love
Nyetta


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It's not my kind of poetry, but it's definitely a good idea, and you have the makings of something good. Some of the words seem oddly placed and don't feel like they fit -- clandestine conversation / under sparkling constellations; and the whole "stroke your tender heart," which I read as literally stroking someone's beating heart as if it'd been ripped out at an Aztec religious ceremony.
Then again, these are probably just personal gripes. Decent job nonetheless.
-Cristina

















