Open Poetry #10 |
Spring morning ("To Dolores" revised) |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
While the wind touches only the surface, The cream-colored curtains Remain, as virgins, Nerveless. The silence floods with submergence The whispering servants As the morning light surges And softens Your sealed heavy eyelids, my gorgeous. The sunrise then coarsens And makes porous The forest, Where birds, in a heavenly chorus, Following orders, Praise you, Dolores. Their verses Fall short of your doorsteps, And mirthless And nervous, They wander like pilgrims and orphans, Without a home or a purpose. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Beautiful tribute to Dolores...very well written I enjoyed the word picture images and the format.......enjoyable read for sure!! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you for reading, I"m glad you liked it! |
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