Sky is not sky,
but fingers
guiding blue light
into opaque music.
A moment is nothing
other than a doorway
to notes of ago-again-when.
Will you come with me,
to me,
where leaves are
a blanket of walls?
Come now,
in a heart dream,
in a whisper or as an
apparition. See us live in
tomorrow.
In a list
A contest entry
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1000 points, ended May 17, 21 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Will you come with me,
to me,
where leaves are
a blanket of walls?"
That is a very loaded question, but I've always been a fan of places away from prying eyes.
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bookmarked
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"Come now,
in a heart dream,
in a whisper or as an
apparition. See us live in
tomorrow."
*sighs*....every word, every line, every stanza of this is sooooo beautiful, wow!
'heart dream' - I like that
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"Sky is not sky,
but fingers
guiding blue light
into opaque music."
This is such a serene beginning to a wondrously vivid & intense definition of Love, Poet. Inspiring, intriguing, leaving just enough to one's imagination without being coy about it. Thank you for entering. Good luck in the contest. Wanda
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L16 - *apparition
"Come now,
in a heart dream,
in a whisper or as an
apparition. See us live in
tomorrow"
That is just beautiful. Such a wonderful feel to those lines. If I were you I'd eliminate "center" or "place" in the 3rd stanza. This is very wonderful.
- namita
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Thank you for the comments and editing idea. I appreciate the encouragement. Geo
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