Over the ridge a pale smoke entangles,
with the velvet winds set off towards the earth.
Lush moss covered carpets embrace our toes.
Hiding in our palm,
a smooth golden mirth.
The sleeping sun lies on the horizon,
outlining the steps of the woodland ridge.
Daylight’s azure eyes flutter to a close.
Brought up to my lips,
a universe bridge.
With eyes and embraces the evening dies,
still lights flutter over his foggy grin.
Our limbs all laid out far beneath the moon.
I take a deep breath,
and let nighttime in.
Together we wander through the silence,
colors and shadows the moon has to show.
Riding our cigarettes towards the heavens.
Above Norway Ridge,
the stars start to glow.
Author notes
This was inspired by
1. The title of the contest
2. A place near my home called Norway Ridge Pathway
3. And a real event that I experienced over the summer
In a list
A contest entry
- Rocky Mountain High by ten thousand cicadas.
1800 points, ended November 16, 2009, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful experience, I just love when there is something close to home to ponder about. A nice escape done in words. Excellent. Blessings.
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Lots of wonderful things in these lines. Your descriptions engage multiple senses... a strong plus always` Most fascinating to me was the way you joined the tangible with the intangible in the final couplets of the stanzas. It added a certain mystery and beautiful depth of feeling. Really nice poem!
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful entry.
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Beautiful images flood this work. It is a series of snapshots, captured by the words and conveyed past the visual directly to the mind.
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Excellent imagery!!
I loved the journey this poem takes us on, My favorite is the last stanza : Together we wander through the silence,
colors and shadows the moon has to show.
Riding our cigarettes towards the heavens.
Above Norway Ridge,
the stars start to glow.
What Agreat feel to this awesome write.
Thank you for posting,
Cheryl
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Journey is sacred trust finding soul,
dust weaving eath with the late, melting snow,
letting the green in my sapen leaf glow,
wking fawn in the meadow to dance with the flow
Thanks so very much
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This is a lovely and lush penning, Poet, overflowing with the elements of nature that Rich admires so much. Good luck in the contest. 
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First allow me to introduce myself, I'm J. Your name caught my eye and I decided to take a gander at your page. This poem is really well written and I loved these lines espically
"With eyes and embraces the evening dies,
still lights flutter over his foggy grin."
Amazing this whole write. I throughly enjoyed it and am jealous you got to see this. I would've loved to have been inspirired by something so beautiful.
Peace & Love
~J
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