Jealous me, would I have been born blind
not to marvel at
whoever hung moons in a pitch-skinned
roof; Pluto mountains of cadmium to lure the
eyes that could never exit the expanse;
Breath from giants blowing crystal winds
over lucid folds of topaz,
flood falls that lap into pools
while sapphire craters guzzle
turquoise suds;
Air so fresh that angels plead
to descend.
What edifice the Catskills at night!
Elysium fields at sun's sleep-
toppling a faultless sculpture in blue clay.
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Written April 5th, 2004
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O, thank you so graciously with your read, comment and enthusiasm! Blessings, CookieZeal/DB
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wow. thats a great poem =) nice imagery and use of words.
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Exquisite Beauty
Ahhhhhhh,
This is ecstasy in reading. Poet this is wonderful and I love your analogy to the source of the inspiration for this lovely wording. Much enjoyable read.
Very Good!
Tommy -
i must say i am in awe and extremely glad that i found your work. just beautiful images. i have a clear, wonderful picture in my mind from reading your words. just amazing.
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This is a beautifully written poem. The images are great. The use of words is also tastfully done. I like the background and the picture you choose to go with it. Keep up the great work!!
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Haven't read you in a while, glad I stopped by
Magnificent melody of nature here as always,
rendered perfectly.
Thank you for the treat.
RR -
Extraordinary!
Dearest Dianne
Nature itself would marvel have marveled at your poem, if it could see itself with human eyes! >
Thank you, Friend and Poetess.
Myra -
The Catskills are lovely indeed. Good job.
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