Your fingers
wrapped my sorrows in shrouds
and consigned them to yesterday.
Then,
In twilight's quiet
you taught my ears to hear
the nightingale
sing in harmony
to whispering reeds.
I danced in your footsteps,
lingering
to trace with timid fingers
the promise of safe passage.
You were he,
and I was she
who flew on wings,
and dared night
to hold its breath
till lust had turned to love.
A contest entry
- Prewrites by Dragonbabyx3.
800 points, ended July 6, 74 entries
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Beautifully written. Although I couldn't pick a favorite passage, because it is all so wonderfully written! I really enjoyed reading this wonderful piece you have created! Good Luck and Thankyou for entering my contest!
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"Your fingers
wrapped my sorrows in shrouds
and consigned them to yesterday."
Ahh... I search for these words in the drama that is my life. The past always tends to rear a one-eyed peek into my days.
Yes! I love, "lust had turned to love". The reality of those words gave me shivers. I believe we do lust after before we settle into loving mode. Beauteous work poet. Congrats on earning the Bronze Chalice. You worked for it. This is a subtle work with lovely edges, creating sincere sighs of hope, trust and the inevitability of calm.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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softly, achingly beautiful...
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A really beautiful affirmation of the possibilities of love - excellent poem.
Bill
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"you taught my ears to hear
the nightingale
sing in harmony
to the whispering pines..."
if love can't co that then all is lost!
Just lovely!
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"Your fingers
wrapped my sorrows in shrouds
and consigned them to yesterday."
that's a strong start.
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Absolutely a beaut! Especially that final romantic verse. And oh... by the way,have a fabulous Mother's Day!
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