withering light of moon and clouds
startles my soul, my hope whimpers as a mewling calf,
galumphing clumsily in a field of words
for cups that runneth, and flowers sunny
humanity gone daft
blighted trees in shadow bloom
make light of moon and clouds and dried out calf
slangily singing a symphonic basoon
for logs jumbled hold back the dam
as my corpus is tapped
scaly lumps loathe the rabbited hole
wiggles my heart to get away far from thee
rapaciousness a tweedled thought
shepherds in Death's shadow hang
Oh! my lord! I'm caught!
Joyeux! Joyeux! my bells are rung
sweet hope now sings with chimes and thee
pirouettes we two en grasse verdun as one
a deux a deux! ravens cry, joy Eternal
verily love, you and me
A contest entry
- The joy of love.. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended October 9, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love is insane, no matter how quiet you try to keep it, agree or no?
Comments
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The immagery is just beautifully crafted bringing a depth to the thought and to the prompt as well..I love the structure and the message behind the words..just beautiful my friend..thanks...
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Wasn't sure if I was clear or you thought I'd done schizo
Thank you so much, older love has such a sense of fun, my husband and I just celebrated our tenth.
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