A child of fields,
I, like the moon upon faces bared of pretense,
press along your skin songs unflown through merrily sung fields;
yet, tender and urgent their rythmns curve freely
a soul to resurrected harmony, a
summation of skin,
for lips of lovers are jazzy, the children of fields.
I tremble to lie beside you, seeking nothing more.
Lovely, the moon flows through blood of a raucous dawn
a pretense of farewells unflown through merrily sung fields of breasty tulips
and royal pastels beneath a butterfly mimicry of mouths.
How frogs want glistens of ladybug orange hiding blues cruise the light of ponds, swimming merrily sung fields I touch open tulips, sway in jiggles of windy light and the night time gloss of lovers’ dreams captured by flowers. While the blood ache of Kings bring to a first kiss mere rubies to blues and sapphires gone emeraldic all looming pond depths flutter to release, I seek only the truth, a sigh of pink, and I’d kiss your hips curvy as you’d find all of my ascensions to Venus; yet I, a child of fields, tremble to lie beside you. I seek nothing more.
I tremble to lie beside you, I
seek
nothing more;
yet notes in the wind loft upon our children of fields
silken petals gathering the tremble of jazz.
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Tremble softly as we lay along side each other now, Beloved. Such sweet music plied from your jazz, such endearing images to provoke a volcano into erupting after centuries asleep. 
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Amazing.
The alliteration and ascinance are powerful tools used in this poem. They literally pull the reader along, singing the words in their ears. The imagery and metaphor are beautiful, stunning. A beautiful, beautiful piece.
This is the kind of work, that plays with words, that truly inspires. Bravo.
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thank you so much for reading this, you and the judge and Mairi bheag are the only ones that have read it so far ... the shape of the poem may put people off but the shape is there for a reason, i was experimenting with merging poetry formats into paragraphing formats as part of the theme of the poem ... yeah, the alliteration and assonance were really hard for me on this one, and thank you for mentioning them ... it was, a really complex and difficult poem to write and i must have worked on it ten hours ... thank you thank you thank you
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That's a shame, really, that people shy away from it. [scowl] It's the sort of thing I like to write, when I find time. (Very difficult, given my college course load... sigh.)
But do keep it up! (Plus Jazz is guarenteed for me to read.
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This is excellent - all the echoes and repetitions emphasising the "trembling" and fluttering images. I haven't looked at the parameters of the contest, but it fits the title.
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