Open Poetry #47 |
Setting the Stage |
martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Where shall I go with Act IV Shall He brush the moon gathering in, bathing in aetherial dust a twinkle in the eye, a sparkle in the soul... a dust dust of lethargic lust? or moonbeams in all color the reflected light in magic white as it appears from Earth eyes, what shall she paint them? what color what hue love in green or shades of blue Shall she set him with wings of a dove or place him with Angels in heaven above perhaps more earthy more real less dreamy more... aetherial yes yes she must with wings and magic dust a voice of peace subtle sensuality less fire, that did burn up... Aires' desire calm, melodic peace suffice to dream... in her charms her serenity tranquility in the least. We manage more given wings to spread lift above and fly one man? this man? perhaps but then there are others... but "Proc", Pray-tell, Why? the story will there be more... thus we shall begin shall we open the curtain... Act IV? |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
It seems I am reading these in the wrong order, but oh wow, wow, WOW! Owl |
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