dove.
dove?
like the one rhyming with love?
like the flight beneath the feather hauling wine inside its nib
stolen from the bleeding nipple dripping life along my rib
knowing not that once the nostrum lands upon your lip to dry
it will nest upon your shoulder
and will die?
horse.
horse?
with a savage call, or worse?
with a field of groping thistles seeding roots beneath its hide
as it gallops in the sunset shooting pebbles in its stride
in its mane a ribbon braided with the offers of my eye
to bestow upon my lover
and to die?
flame.
flame?
laying sunrise claim to shame?
laying colors through the meadows as it drags its crine along
wide astride a roaming mistral hoarding whispers into song
carrying my gasping shivers to the pleasures of your sigh
until summer turns to ashes
then to die?
all of messengers, my lover,
you have sent my erring ways
wait, my autumn to uncover
and your blaze.
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Wonderfully repetitive ...
from inner conversation to enticement. Dove, horse, flame ... and in the dryer autumn, the blaze will set all alight, alright, rushing toward the waiting winter.
Love
Myra
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This one will be the last poem I will comment today. With a reason. I always keep Sugar for the end of day. Each part of this beautiful poem is a gem for itself. Your rhyme, the rhythm and flow, things I see behind your lines... your vocabulary always makes me to think how many things I still need to learn about poetry. Love you for your bravery to write different than most of other poets. Actually, do not remember to see anybody to write and to take my breath away like you do. Sigh...
~Sonja~
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Homage...
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Seems like a rather jaded view of the grand fantasy of love. It's very well written, but I love it mostly because it makes me want to peck between the lines and see what I can find that maybe doesn't die. Lovely wording and imagery.
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