Your will is citrus flame
melting frame
in wind-swept name
of softer sunset.
So, spare my innocence,
flood your shower,
as orange hour in Heaven's wishbone,
when fingers stretch in finger's fire,
as pull
to break this desert spire,
watching rock to longer, woven lingering,
her subtle stems of stronger feathers,
wearing weather in wilder grassland.
Then weave, when morning streams in strands of beams,
that spilt of spectrum craving Nature,
love like kiss, this fragranted moon glow
seeping earth's eclipse of shadow,
tangerine confecting
moister madness,
molding taste to tear, as happy.
In a list
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A contest entry
- Opus in Orange by Mad Moon.
1000 points, ended June 22, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is lovely poetry, Rich. When I saw Mary's contest and the "orange" I knew that you would be here with a touch of tangerine. Graceful and elegant writing - as always.
~ Nicolette
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Okay....I'm taking that deep breath and basking in the beauty of these words. This is a stunning piece, my friend. The imagery is brilliant! Just WOW! Thanks for adding such grace and splendor to this contest. Good Luck!
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"Wear my weather in wilder grassland,
tp weave when morning streams in strands of beams,
that spilt of spectrum craving Nature,
like a kiss, this fragranted moon glow
seeping earth's eclipse of shadow"
Ooohhh...very bright & purtiful, my dear Friend. Good luck in Luna's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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