I am slowly spoken,
rocky whisper,
evolving gift
of mother's earth,
wind, uplifting mountain sky
to seasoned swill of misty morning;
cold water line, awaiting sunrise,
crossing hill, as meadow's music
moving grassland,
dancing stem, fermenting swallow,
holding hue
through silent bending, sweeter river,
blushing soulful mending.
Read my flow in autumn lips,
orange, huckleberry passion
poised to vibrant buzz through clammy wings,
and frosted fingers floating wing-song,
this ancient cry of iridescent shimmer,
beckoning splash to chill the swimmer.
Feeling tremble, soul-song dubbing,
sensing call as pebbles,
rubbed beneath your trickling serenade,
I am diving, drinking deeper,
sinking swift in rhythmic flow!
Softest vesper seeps through being
stirring fervor, wings awakening--
precious curse of verse and essence,
overwhelming, no escaping--
chills so cool they turn to burning.
Drowning fast in nature uttered,
stolen breath and flailing flutter,
gulping rush of crystal tumbling
pleading, gasping, I am finding
passion
in your quiet flood.
Knowing day is swift unwinding
from beneath your waters climbing
stepping sure on purest rhyming
surface breaks
to open evening
where willows yearn beside your heaving.
Song beckons yet, though I am flying
there in air above your river.
Heightened heat entices sun-star
to slip behind the folded mountains
and drape her hues of rose and hyssop
over granite dressing screen
trading them for blackest robe
of silk,
slinking in your breeze.
Acquiescing to moonlit voice
(Glistening bliss on swooning blades),
I drift in twilight’s moist communion--
cloistered phrase, inspiring echo . . .
Roll my words in colder, canyon rush,
white water crushing fear to bubble,
granite rubble of purified soul,
reborn in river's thorny thirst
to fill your mind with ocean scripture.
Sweetest psalmist, spill your fountain,
winding tongues in mouth abounding!
Trepidation lost to soothing;
emptiness renewed at lips'
profound embankment.
Author notes
Breath-taker....
Thanks so much to Ten, such a wonderful, and compatible write you offer...
In a list
- 1-Golds • next in list
- Beautiful Words by Beautiful People I Know • next in list
- Collaborations • next in list
A contest entry
- Goodnight, Poet - Final Commitment Challenge - Invite Only by CarolDesjarlais.
10000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is gorgeous!
The two of you have penned such a beautiful collab...
This is amazing!
I should have guessed it would be with such talent...
Congrats on a well deserved gold
to you both my friends
Lynda
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the picture is beautiful and it fits the poem very well. i love how you kind of close up the first phrase "I am slowly spoken,
rocky whisper,
evolving gift" with of mother's earth. as mother earth is truly a gift! I absolutely love the line " Read my flow in autumn lips" I feel through out this poem as you are a bird! Great imagery is present all the way through! This truly was a breath taker i loved it. Very well written! you deserved the gold great write and keep on penning!
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woot this is really good i can see why this won gold such beautifuly descriptive lanuage and that title is really good this is poetry at its best no dubt about it
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congrats Rich and Ten ....and yes now I can say I told you so...this was truly golden
best wishes always
peace Muddy -
....Wow. Just... Beautiful. Very nicely wording and flows perfectly. Glad I clicked it! Although.... Very long. -.- You have a lot more patience than I do.
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Beautiful poem!!! I love all of the images you create and how well everything flows together. Amazing!!!
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Absolutely stunning conversion of voice and expression about writing poetry, about honoring poetry. I have always thought your voices similar and I can tell how right I was.
Absolute breath-taker, indeed. Bravo poets! -
this is a winner in my book
I think I will pass on this last mission as in my heart
this is a golden collaboration
and seamless as can be
beautiful
all the best
peace Muddy
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"Song beckons yet, though I am flying
there in air above your river."
Magnifique. Tremblingly so.
Good luck in the contest, my Friends.Such gorgeous music you've shared.
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