How does sea know sigh so well,
where bluer shadow slips in crooning
rocky shore through sandy mooning,
sipping bubble, calling silver shell?
We are creatures of cradled, morning blush,
rising blood, pumping soul in Nature's mirror,
hoping love will shine, much clearer,
when time is kiss, enhancing seasoned rush;
this paradox of sweet perfume,
driving blinded find in cloudy flower,
her color dropped from Heaven's shower
when remembered smile was Colorado's bloom.
Caress, to evermore ordain,
what we might hold in lasting miracle,
this mountain, island wind-song, lyrical,
our fading vision, baring beauty's pain.
A contest entry
- Let It Be... by poet2angels.
700 points, ended November 25, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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How utterly enchanting. Your last stanza sums it all up with beautiful flow and lovely internal rhyme. Congratulations on winning the gold trophy. Excellent poetry! ~Pamela
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This is amazing
"this paradox of sweet perfume,
driving blinded find in cloudy flower,
her color dropped from Heaven's shower
when remembered smile was Colorado's bloom."
I love every line...so peaceful filled with so much emotion and windy spirit
Lynda
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