I lived in longing fields of loneliness,
where sounds of silence sought the tempting moods
of dance in space, amid secluded stars,
which twinkled, teasing indecisively.
A search for solace; silent refuge in
that void, to find my joy, to fill my heart’s
infinity with sweetened sentiment
of Aphrodite’s kiss.
Now, blossoms fall
in tender worlds, with yearning moments of
love’s time, showing our hearts forever free,
in true loving tranquillity.
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A contest entry
- Winklings Celebrates its 100th Contest (A Series) -Contest B RE-OPENED by Lyndon.
4090 points, ended August 20, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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lovely and truly soulful write
only in those purest moment of silence does divine joy flow effortlessly
exquisite flow
beautifully done
God bless you my friend...
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Your lineation is well-judged.
Alliteration is well-crafted.
Certain phrases impress me, poet:
"longing fields of loneliness"; "blossoms fall/in tender words".
Ethereal tone to this poem on the quintessential nature of a mystic's vision of time and love.
Thank you so much for the verse you have given us.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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Thank you, Lyndon
I am honoured to have such a comment on my poem. Thank you.
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Tis a most exellent piece of poetry you have written.The rhythm and flow is wonderful, adding to the beauty of this writeFrom beggining to end masterful
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