You are a whisper of waters healing might
The walk around the corner of a farmer’s market’s
You are a planet of smiling lavender
My feather in my pocket and my wings on leaves
Sweet rusted angel rest in with me
A shiver and a breath, rock with me tight
Please be present as I paint you my house
A quiet absinthe vision of England’s rusted greens
A contest entry
- short by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended December 31, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderfully sweet... your third line is especially lovely. You have painted a vivid picture of love here. Thank you for sharing with us all.
Keep writing on and enjoy the site.
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Sweetly written.
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