I can't explain
my thirst for desert canyon,
brave, red rock spire
in wind-filled hips
rotating shadow of earthen lips,
this river,
my highway's true companion.
What is left
when snow-melt water
melts your name,
her swollen virginity
to carry raft down whiter rapid,
aperture so pure and trembling
disassembling thought to action,
dreaming drop, as draft in soul's adventure,
breathing memory,
baring one, as same?
I am Nature's line
to fragrant sign
of responsive miracle,
Colorado's edge of echoed wall,
dredging secret shares of sunset's granite pledge,
in verse moving splash,
slashing line.
spherical generations
growing oar;
grander than you know,
these mountains
lying down to wild
in wonder,
Vishnu schist,
the stone of face,
purging thunder,
under wind's embrace of crack,
her song,
enchanted boat
brimming truth of sliver,
eroding cusp to soul's deliverance.
In a list
A contest entry
- A Thing Of Beauty Unforgettable by suseann.
900 points, ended August 29, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This authors love and adoration of all things natural spills forth in sensual torrent waves of verse.
It's clear you've experienced a kinship evolve in relationship with exploring natures splendor.
In all its various nuances. Best of luck in the comp and thanks for entering.
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Gosh, Rich, this is gorgeous. What strikes me, even above the impassioned movement, are the beautiful variations of openings...the pure aperture, the slashing line, the schist,the crack, the eroding crust--all poised to receive her drink and her effects. Just lovely.
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"brave, red rock spire
in wind-filled hips
rotating shadow of earthen lips,
this river"
Beautifully & soulfully penned. Good luck in the contest, Scribe.
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