I’ve seen the sun-god sink into slumber
Behind a horizon of ancient sands
Painted ladies, grand yet small in number
Silk-swathed and laughing into slender hands
I’ve felt the flutter of love’s gentle wings
So warm when I met that amorous glance
And soothing waters of exotic springs
Embrace my body like a new romance
I’ve heard the wind sing through an empty church
Its melodic whistle a choir-like trill
The Nightingale raise her voice from her perch
Before sweet night reigns and the world falls still
These moments charming thieves of heart and breath
As memories mesmerise unto death.
Author notes
For contest.
Prompt:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take... but by the moments that take our breath away.
-Unknown
A contest entry
- Rhyme Only: Quote Prompt by Frodofan.
700 points, ended September 7, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Such beautiful imagery. It was romantic and worldly. Though I like the ending, I'm not sure that it's as poignant as it could be. I guess I don't care too much for the alliteration there as it sort of draws away from the following "unto death" which I think is actually more powerful.
But otherwise, very nicely done. Thanks for entering.
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Okay, I'm speechless. But not fingerless, because I have to tell you this is beautiful and I may have to add you to my elusive favourites. Claps for you. Incredible poem
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This is really beautiful. *fails at better adjectives, unlike you*
That quote prompt is nice too. *again*
I like where you took this and good luck in the contest!
~Sparrow
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