No glamour awoke that night...
None that didn't already exist amidst far-flung stars,
across a heather moon or upon dew~strung petals.
But what did arise would not be resisted
it's cherry bow already taut with unoffered taste
and eyes luminous, so as to disgrace the moon;
to outshine the dew resting upon pale flowers
The hours lost to such light will not be counted,
nor recouped. Even in images revisited, such allure
does not allow minute detail~ment. Only the rush remains
...And it refuses~ To be named or cured
To be framed as bloom to page and left for brittle.
LIke the tides, each moon heightens the lustre past
and the oceans can not be soothed...They roil with want
far from the fields disturbed; their blooms bent with warm tears
All due to a phantom, a banshee wailing for unending kiss
My rivers were not made ready.
Seething for purchase upon banks, sturdy and unstirred
that night, when you reached for me without a word...
That eve when I lost myself in your noir rooms,
their curves relentless, their vaults unrestrained
and still, my rhythm became current; turbulent red
No, I did not presume death, nor consider distant tune as lure;
So my calm was consumed by a bird of velvet cloak and cool breeze.
Did you know...With talons extended and pinions tucked low
that my waters would welcome your dive;
that my indigo craved mercury plume?
That liasons made at midnight carry magic, constant in its pull?
Whatever was known or implied...
Your silhouette compromises noon~shine,
your breath is a pulse borne to open seas
...And I long to unsheath to it one last time,
to smell the brine, to bathe in the blood of fledgling day...
To listen to throaty June song strangling
in arms of September migration;
To wrap within waning sun and flaming silver...
To hold you beyond the matins of many tomorrows.
But it is morning and ebony has fled the horizon
where I wake and realize no glamour rode the winds of last night.
A contest entry
- the tentative fog by gislanni.
400 points, ended September 7, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love "the oceans can not be soothed" great image alluding to turmoil..
The last line was good. Sensually sound
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Your superb knack for imagery and use of creative language always presents your feel for life - its worth and value at having been lived. There is a deep understanding within your words that engross a reader, keep him/her captivated and hold that distinct flavor of intelligence and spirit. It is no wonder gold adorns this valuable piece of writing. I am barely able to contain tears as I know and absorb this most elegant write.
~Pamela 
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I love your gift for imagery, painting word portraits and raising the mundane to the sublime. I think of your poetry as more earthy and sensual so the use of the word "glamour" at the start and completion of this poem did not ring true to me. Your style is unique and I always enjoy reading your work. Peace, Liz
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I enjoyed this. Excellent work poet.
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A bit too long with a few to many filler words for me ... but... did enjoy it.
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Excellent
A beautiful write, a lovely story put to paper by a great writer. The colors are so vivid, awaking from such a dream must have been a diasppointment.
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This is very rich in descriptions, luscious words that make a fruit salad of feeling. Yet the sense resists me - the start and end of the poem tell the reader of the 'glamour' that didn't come - so what did? What had the 'cherry bow' etc?
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Your imagery is just beautiful here, and contains so much longing and passion. This is a very powerful poem, so full of feeling. If you don't mind me suggesting, I would change the "nay" and "ne're" because they jolt the reader out of the mood that you create so well, as they come across as unnatural in a modern poem. But the poem is great.
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Thank-you for such considerate suggestions on top of lovely compliments.
I do agree and have reworded a couple of areas in the hopes of maintaining
that mood. In appreciation, Blue
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Oooh. Ooh. Wow. This is just gorgeous. Delightful and deep word choice without ever feeling wordy, this is the kind of poem that needs to be read slowly and pondered long; time well spent! I love the story and vivid imagery in this, well well deserving of that gold. This is absolutely and effortlessly marvelous.
~lost
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(Hm, I am sure I have seen this background before.)
The entire write was painted in vivid colors, so beautifully written and expertly that I had a nostalgic feeling that I had held this in my hand and read this. I would so love to see this in print, as if your talent is so great to write something this well for my decent contest, than...you should think about publication.
Thank you for your time and patience.
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