When day is birthed from darkness’s womb
and light is spread upon rekindled hues,
the breezes stir mornings subtle perfume
as they chase the petals from clouded snooze.
Nightingale’s song from quiet does bloom,
symphony accompaniment to infuse,
and with our steps we are natures twin
holding her beauty so tightly within.
Through apples arch we wilfully walk
to embrace the morning by rivers edge,
where bended willows seem to crouch and stalk
those silver fishes beneath drift weeds ledge,
and in our world where we need not talk
entwined our fingers show our pledge,
that while each morning still overcomes night
we remain together in her delight.
Author notes
Title : Walk with Me
A contest entry
- Spill Some Ink My Way by jasminerose.
850 points, ended July 6, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - BATTLE OF THE GOLD SHORTS 1 by Swan song.
2000 points, ended October 18, 54 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique Requested
Comments
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Very beautiful almost perfect in rhyme and flow
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The best take on the photo.
You have judged well from the entries.
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whoo hoo!!! I told ya this was gold
Amazing as always ...COngrats Bro...You are brilliant
Sis
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Lovely form and outstanding, vivid imagery that just captivates the heart to sigh~
Absolutely perfectly penned from the title!
Thank you so very much for entering my contest and for sharing your talented pen with us all!
Jasminerose
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Just when I think I know what to expect , your versatility shows its face and here you are pennig magic once again making me sigh as if I have read your poetry for the first time, every time...
Sigh~
I just will never stop loving every piece of your poetry
Lynda
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