to write light
with smiles:
light which spills itself
into the new-born cliche
of sun on wet black coal
in this dying night
of devastation;
to sphere
a globe of goodness:
still
and sad
inside this dome
of departure;
to babble silent bathos
for crying hands;
hands never again
to cup
faces; to sculpt
kisses
for forgetful fingers
that lost
the fragrance of softness;
to whisper
a white echo of wetness,
these blue orchids;
wedlocked into well
above the bicker
of farewell,
beloved:
this desperate
betrothal
of eyes
within eyes
In a list
A contest entry
- Best free verse for an anthology: OVWA Winklings # 182 by Lyndon.
2050 points, ended July 29, 39 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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congradulations on the greenie
oh what a web of words you weave
to whisper
a white echo of wetness,
these blue orchids;
wedlocked into well
above the bicker
of farewell,
stunning

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Thank you so much ...
for the HM. I truly appreciate this.
Love
Myra -
oh!
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to whisper
a white echo of wetness,
these blue orchids;
wedlocked into well
above the bicker
of farewell,
amazing word choices poetess
absolutely Gorgeous
God bless you my friend...








