Dawn’s luminescence
paints the room with
golden pallet.
The tenuous light sculpts
a sleeping form in gilt
and obsidian.
I watch as you lie there
and the light coalesces
in sparkling highlights.
Reaching up, I find
aqueous joy prisming
my eyes…
…and I am changed.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: Author Unknown
50 words (about 
) 46 used.
metamorphism - a change in the structure or constitution due to natural agencies, as pressure and heat.
A contest entry
- thepoetssoul quickie by thepoetssoul.
700 points, ended December 29, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
Comments
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Bravo
This is an excellent write and such vision and keep up the good work
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Such exquisite beauty penned in your words.
Absolutely beautiful.
Congratulations on the Gold
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this is a very beautiful poem. the imagery is beyond words. Congratulations on the Gold Trophy.
kat
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This is a most beautiful piece of poetry.
I love the wording and imagery within.
In gilt and obsidian very vivid indeed.
Thanks for this fantastic entry.
Best of wishes to you.
Tony
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