I am small inside such whisper,
for breath
is chasm's circle,
near and far,
in and out,
to weave my words
around your wild things.
Give me mountain's song to melt,
cascading dream
in greener scheme,
sweet wings,
life's holy things,
sending sigh in watching love,
through gladness glowing,
this heavenly lace, to hold me full
when I am hollow.
I am free,
boot born to follow feather,
evermore,
my soaring eagle-minded, easy river,
shivering sign in freer mind,
binding soul to flow,
forever.
I bless this meadow, lush with blossom,
her guardian grace,
my cowboy face,
a deeper place, traversing space
in quiet thunder,
sleeping silent;
benevelent blunder,
born to scented sage,
and prairie hope,
hammering elegance
in African drum, and Maine's nor’easter;
my angel,
deep in yellow roses,
where poet ponders pain,
and laughter,
the vital touch of ever after,
as soul to wings in fingers dancing,
this floor
that bares an old deliverance.
In a list
A contest entry
- 24 hr Quote or Pic Inspired Quickie....come see... by poet2angels.
475 points, ended June 21, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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1 - 5 of 5
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Congrats on your shiny ....This is gorgeous...
TY for blessing me with such an entry
Lynda
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This is beautiful and so touching
"I bless this meadow, lush with blossom,
her guardian grace,
my cowboy face,
a deeper place, traversing space
in quiet thunder,
sleeping silent;"
Such a meeting of angel minds in dance of words...
I love this so much
Lynda
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Soulsong
For beauty,
rivers of the soul
flow in quiet
wonder,
pure currents flow
wilder dream
to know winged
symphonies
born of
thunder.
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"I am small inside such whisper,
for breath
is chasm's circle,
near and far,
in and out,
to weave my words
around your wild things."
We see you, Scribe...hear your voice, know your touch, breathe your words...don't ever think we don't, my Friend. Good luck in Lynda's contest, Sweetie.
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