Our eyes size up the sun,
the wideness of skies
the freedom of flight.
Our wings hold the wind,
and the ashes of yore.
Before we touch,
our unison of voice
talks of devotion.
Sweet gurgling coos,
a gloss that needs no translation
follows our mating dance
in the temple of love.
Author notes
Dance of Cranes: Fine Art by Haruyo Morita
This is for anonymous contest. Thanks in advance for all kind comments.
I stopped at 12 lines... beauty do not need much more words...
In a list
A contest entry
- poetry without rules is like a tennis match without a net by Purush.
550 points, ended June 25, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think...
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The crane dance that dance of love for they worry not of what life holds in the next hour, nor what lurks around the corner for mankind has lost his ability to truly understand what life is to those creatures of the world whom do not sit, eat, dance ang generally ignore the state of the world.
I would see those cranes as prisoners under a netted sky with no true hope of ever truly dancing that sacred dance of love.
I like it, I like it so!
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It's a lovely poem Sonja
Well deserving of an award 
Cherry xxx
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Sweet love and devotion, an open sky and the freedom of flight. Beautifully woven, thank you for sharing.
Smile always.
Tony
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Nice!
This is a nice interpretation of love. Enjoyed from heart!
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simply beautiful, elegant poetry - you've said it all here...
~ Nicolette
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Just beautiful, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest, my Friend.
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Before we touch,
our unison of voice
talks of devotion.
Sweet gurgling coos,
a gloss that needs no translation
follows our mating dance
in the temple of love.
simply beautiful
all the best in my contes -
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Thank you and thanks a lot for this new green decoration for my site.
~Sonja~
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