Open Poetry #40 |
gilded words |
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
like gilded words on decorative parchments the silver-tongued emissaries of contemplation emote the fragrance of honeysuckle thoughts on apple-blossom wafts of springtime gusts and slowly simmer like french onion soup oe’r an open flame on a cool April night somewhere in the environs of radiance, bringing to a boil the overwhelmed emotions of summer lovers on a clear, calm sea of dreams, exuding laughter, emanating joy with wisps of hope, intertwined with speckles of golden peace serene, enjoined, and seen as reality’s reception-snow clouds the signal beamed for all to see, and settles like micro-universes’ dust on black-ground shadows formed like spray on an open sill |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
I love french onion soup! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
and yes, he recovers from rolling in laughter on the floor, "and that is exactly why I wrote this..." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
honeysuckle thoughts I love that! |
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