Away from stress and dusty streets
streets laden with the sins of life
life takes a turn needing relief,
relief from busy rusty times.
Time whisks away to sprinkle rest
rest greeted with a balmy breeze
a breeze blown with the breath of soul
for spirit loosed from winter freeze.
Frozen with aches left to unwind
unwound are muscles near soft seas
seas gently foamed with simple sighs,
sighs singing with an airy breath.
Breath oiling limbs and moving bones
bones resting from their worldly needs
needing the eyes rescued from sin
sins left behind on dusty streets.
A contest entry
- Yankee Candle Scents and Wreaths by ea.
600 points, ended October 23, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Ah, the scent of an Island Spa! We sure could all use this for the holidays! This wreath flows like the winds off a south sea island, bringing balm to spirit and old bones. Thank you for trying this form and all the best...
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I am determined to get this. LOL. Have edited a bit and understand the fleshing of flesh (ooooh - that could be another write entirely - but not a wreath) and replete.
Have updated those. Peek now. My intent is to get this right so dear friend please peek again? When you have a moment though.
~Pamela
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