I found you lying, once before,
leaves of vision,
blowing musician,
moving monument to milk and honey,
this bed of meadow's bliss,
when sheet
was silver soul
to silvered invitation,
ancient inspiration
to drool in river,
one last sigh,
through eyes of quivering,
delivering whispers.
Did you think I was a riddle,
such pointing piddle
painting rise of auspicious innovation,
a frugal, fragrant complication, quilling heart,
with embroidered séance,
breathing breast in beautiful obligation?
It is silly,
such a closeted, cultivated cowboy
to fade in denim,
dropping fabric to scattered conflict,
mounting maid in shadowed cemetery,
riding home to wire mother,
hollow hooves that beat a faster wave of rhythm,
creating places where venom stings
the softest pain,
within our secret,
forever,
singing touch to tasted treasure
of prairie gusting mountain pleasure.
Forgive my rhyme,
I am simple kiss of leather,
with arms too brown for whiter body,
wrapping shadow,
glowing through your moonlight,
when real eyes read
in tracing palm,
the path of heaven.
Wind is strained to choke in sunlight,
writing autumn hole
in yellow contradiction,
for fiction freezes fact
with diction,
grabbing straw to spill below us,
a bed of younger love,
scratching skin we bare,
moving wetter groove of hope
in aching tone, and seasoned talent,
these words that speak,
creek too weak to crawl, recanting,
through nature's gown,
we lift in panting.
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A contest entry
- Pay It Forward: Picture Inspired Contest by Night Hope.
1000 points, ended May 17, 21 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Such perfection in a gentle sigh,
so tender to make her smile.
I know why she loves you so dear poet.
Love, C
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forgive me, my dear friend for not choosing favorite lines but there were too many!
When you write for our dear Wanda, it always seems to happen
I just love this and I can see she does as well...
Just so beautiful!
Lynda
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"Wind is strained to choke in sunlight,
writing autumn hole
in yellow contradiction,"
This whole poem is brilliant, I just chose that stanza because the imagery was particulary vivid there. Really enjoyed reading this! So many wonderful metaphors tucked here and there; it's impossible NOT to adore this. Great job and good luck in the contest you entered!
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"scratching skin we bare,
moving wetter groove of hope
in aching tone, and seasoned talent,
these words that speak,
creek too weak to crawl, recanting,
through nature's gown,
we lift in panting."
No, I didn't think you were a riddle. More of an enigma, I guess. 'Tis beautiful, Scribe. You know I love ya, Cowboy. Thank you for entering, Rich...& for stayin' awhile, too. Good luck, Sweetie. Wanda
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