Only trees look at her
with transparent irises
droppled unto each leaf;
fingers of a moss-green fern
enfold a chirping dream;
her mouth filled with honey
forms sprouting words ...
She washes her hands
in a bowl of milk-white cream
and let it dry as second skin;
then she returns sanctified
while soft voices of the forest-folk
murmur about secret paths and free flight
and other untreaded regions ...
The captured clock
again regains it's tick ... tock ...
kneeling at the mountainstream
she delivers the clear gift
to saturate arum lilies and to fertilise
riverbanks of tomorrow
myra
with transparent irises
droppled unto each leaf;
fingers of a moss-green fern
enfold a chirping dream;
her mouth filled with honey
forms sprouting words ...
She washes her hands
in a bowl of milk-white cream
and let it dry as second skin;
then she returns sanctified
while soft voices of the forest-folk
murmur about secret paths and free flight
and other untreaded regions ...
The captured clock
again regains it's tick ... tock ...
kneeling at the mountainstream
she delivers the clear gift
to saturate arum lilies and to fertilise
riverbanks of tomorrow
myra
Author notes
This is my own voice, my own style
Need it be clarified? 
Written February 17th, 2002
In a list
A contest entry
- June's Jacobian journey of Joy. by Robbwindow.
300 points, ended June 8, 2006, 2 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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very mystical and sweet on my mind. the imagery is stunning and together it dances across the imagination like silk. simply lovely

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Congratulations, on your trophy, this is an excellent poem, I love your words 'captured clock' Excellent. sj
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There is no disputing your style for I do like this poem myraataal I will read again later this is fun. -
Thank you Andy ... I am glad you like my style.
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classic write .... elightfully beautiful .... Andy
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very good
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Hallo, Cinara! You are doing fine yourself ... especially with these challenge submissions! Keep it up!
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Thank you Aliana - oh, I have enjoyed your poetry, too!
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Very unusual and lovely sensations, a dip in a moountain stream, I ve gained a second skin
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Wonderful poem myrataal, very picturesque & soothing :)
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it is an intensified form for cradling ... but, perhaps I must use the word dancing ...but no, that is not reflecting the comforting, tactile action I wanted to capture. And yes, it is in my other poem, 'The Released Sun' LOL
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:o) was just wondering what dandling means? :o))
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Follow my lead, chasing? LOL
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again sooo beautiful, the last verse stands strong here. :o)
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Thank you, Natalya ... I experienced it vividly ... wrote the poem whilst addressing the trees ... aloud and in awe.
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Beautiful imagery. Love the pictures it conjures.
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oooh aiwaz ... why do your words make me cry?
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Thank you, gecko ... I experience the same whilst reading your words ...
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that is one of the most beautiful pieces ive ever read
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beautiful images shimmer through my mind
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