Six days,
my silhouette to shiver
in Perseid shower, August hour,
holding bug to know of watered drops of love,
strands of elegance to glaze the evening,
expanding glands to quivered landings.
I have gained through understanding,
what is flesh in brush of fountain,
shooting star
mounting horse to ride your highway
from western mountain, always rising;
rock piercing clouds in cotton connotations,
surmising summer's never, night show,
your wings, so cleverly still,
as petrified to cease your winding,
spinning green in blackened shadow,
kept intact for web's last great, benign betrayal.
I offer you, heal-all holding hope we wish for,
displaying call,
when vapor saves our questionable quest
in drips of rush, like rustic river,
for what we write when soul is hungry.
So shake,
baker of bread I smell in fingers,
esteemed New England wolf song,
consuming parasite on hair in flight
of electric kite on Franklin night
when moon is right, and night is fire;
for you are gladness in my garden.
Pardon,
that I need to mention,
through inter-spaced race
of favorite, fertile, lines that linger,
this secret of stolen apprehension,
in friend to finger, what we are writing now in always.
I look at shimmered, brilliant bubble dancing,
that you, might drink, as willing insect, rolling innovation
in orange to shine
each eastern, echoed, orchestrated monument;
marking time in metered mime to wake our passion,
through lines of distant, and holy rhymes
that call me closer.
A contest entry
- Commitment Challenge Contest # 7 - Invite ONLY by CarolDesjarlais.
1700 points, ended August 16, 2008, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Devestatingly beautiful....and you knew about my ladybug and our winter of our discontent where we helped each other survive..... such passing mention and it held....
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This is just beautiful, Rich. So many amazing images that just allure the reader into your world. The call and expected response here are so delightful to imagine. This one bears your classic style with that added touch of magic. Loved it!
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This is so beautiful, so filled with shining feather of metaphor....You always seem to mke words dance my dear friend
Lynda
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Rich-
so much of your unique and wonderful style in this piece, a very creative interpretation...best of luck in your well deserved place in the finals...PK
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rock piercing clouds in cotton connotations,
surmising summer's never, night show,
your wings, so cleverly still,
this piece is amazing,
I'm finding so many amazing pieces today
it's blowing my mind. -
Excellent
This is a wonderful take on the prompt Rich...I have always admired your prolific nature and you always seem to use poetic device like a master. Congrats on the finals my friend and best wishes throughout
peace
Muddy
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