Shy with each other
hands tremble, moist,
lips chapped from wind,
not noticed in fevered
joining.
Sky knit from cirrus
clouds that hum high
above the lover's tryst.
In a list
A contest entry
- morning songs by Nicolette.
1400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think, but kindly, please.
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yes, how shyly we find ourselves in such circumstance...when the wide world dilates to a single moment, and nothing exists outside the two.
thank you for this gentle, romantic entry
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you've created the right mood for a morning song here! the 2nd part of the poem was my favourite and you have some lovely phrasing and images there. you poem is a very nice word reflection of the picture too and has a lovely romantic feel about it.
thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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"sky knit from cirrus" - Oh I liked that line very much. Quite original. Nice nice nice. So soft and gentle. ~Pamela
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Alluring words, so captivatingly penned, dear sis..They wrap around one in a blanket of warmth and feeling..Lovely write!
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Very captivating work of art!...good luck in the contest
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A lovers whisper
Very nicely done
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beautiful!
an absolutley beautiful poem. every word oozes love. i love the way you wrote this too. it goes so well with the picture. and especially the first couple of lines they pulled me. great job! i really love this
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A tender and rather beautiful "morning song" filled with all the exploratory awkwardness of young love.
Good one,
Bill
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Beautiful write
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