Open Poetry #9 |
Of My Design... |
MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
Of My Design... I sometimes watch the clouds in sky _And push away the misted gray, With softened breath expressing sigh _Knowing of the new, this day. Would love to float, as if a leaf _And twirl and dance a show for you. But it is not in my belief, _That this will stop the storming's dew. Those reigns will come in drippings large _And myst my body, droplets felled. Electrifying, a thunder charge _With look in eyes, I have been "spelled". Wondering too, just what you feel _When soaking up the moisture, mine. Are you consumed with what is real _And are you thinking, of my design... When you're within my range of touch _And eyes of mine seek eyes of blue, A hesitation, a skip of beat, _Silent looks, soft moments of you To comfort me in dark of night. _I'm flooded with the feelings of Your breath upon my slender neck, _The captured scent," vanilla love". You taste my lips, and blend the sweet _And enter me, my heart and soul. Emotions yearn for tenderness, _Reflecting wants, your mind's control. As days turn into sharing nights _And shadows steal the visions clear, I feel the warmth of softness when _The moments bring us nestled here. When morning calls and dreams have gone, _And loving thoughts leave residues Awakening to golden dawn _Chamber wrapped in loving hues, The reds of passion, satin sighs _ The blues of heavens' dreamtime flights The greens of hazel shaded eyes _Seeking you in golden lights. Imaged then, once fantasy _Staged in front, now real, in flesh, To taste of pleasures, mystery _Celestial love, the moons to mesh. Wondering now, just what you feel _When desires meet, both yours and mine. Are you consumed with what is real _And are you thinking, of my design... MM 8*2*2k [This message has been edited by MMoonchild (edited 08-02-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Maureen~ A soft read, indeed. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
When morning calls and dreams have gone, _And loving thoughts leave residues Awakening to golden dawn _Chamber wrapped in loving hues, The reds of passion, satin sighs _ The blues of heavens' dreamtime flights The greens of hazel shaded eyes _Seeking you in golden lights. ... Wonderful work, Maureen... Regards, sudhir |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
Marge and Sudhir thanks for the "soft" words and "wonderful work"...I was feeling this yesterday..somedays I have it..and well some days, not ~~soft smiles Maureen [This message has been edited by MMoonchild (edited 08-02-2000).] |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
beautiful..I love your use of imagery... |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
thank you PdV...I am happy you enjoyed ~~softly Maureen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love this style of you |
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