Open Poetry #45 |
She Sleeps (Acrostic) |
Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
She transfixes my weary eyes, Her body; the tapestry of divine weavers, Every perfection etched in seraphic white and gold Sacred, ethereal, quintessential Love within her breast's rise and fall, Each breath; a sigh of what passed, Even the emerald dream cannot deny the Passions of a mutual subconscious, So, cradled to me, I join her reverie. 'Wailing voices on the wind, urging me to turn. Distant tortured screams. Cold blue fires burn'. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Ah, yes! Ain't love grand! A stirring poem of love and adoration. Love 'n hugs, Linda |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I want to be her! Lovely. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh my ... this is just lovely Suncleaver. Wonderful and dreamy visuals ... I love acrostics. Very nicely written. Best wishes, /Kit |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very nice acrostic, dear Luke. Sweet reverie beckoning. Love, M |
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