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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869
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Sycamores pose beneath a blanket of snow < !signature-->A crystal blanket adorns naked limbs' aglow Brazing in the sunlight, shivering in the wind Enticing moonlight, in shadows, naked skin Whispers of the night, wooing naked trees Phantom fingers touches softly the breeze Silky lips of the moon, kisses tenderly, night shadows sleep upon moon pillows, white A bedroom of velvet, canopies of stars Lullabies whisper, beyond spheres afar Ebony satin gown drapes branches' nice Seducing darkness on bed of aqua ice Icicles bleed music like an acoustic guitar Serenading in the night's crystal boudoir A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) [This message has been edited by Victoria (edited 01-18-2001).] |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Wow! The imagery, the theme and thoughts in this are fantastic! This is such a melancholy piece, yet so beautiful to read, the words flow off the tongue so smoothly. Take care, Melissa< !signature--> The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 01-18-2001).] |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Oh I like this one Victoria. . . the images. . . cold and warm. . . human and non-human. . . well done. . .  ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
thank you melissa and sven..i appreciate your kind comments tonight..HUGS ~V~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Vic, I was not planning to read tonight, but this title captivated me. Your imagery is so beautiful and your colors, always make the world seem brighter. Lovely poem. S |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Ebony satin gown drapes branches' nice Seducing darkness on bed of aqua ice Icicles bleed music like an acoustic guitar Serenading in the night's crystal boudoir ==================== Victoria this is so lovely.. your gift of imagery is showcased here ... wonderful use of metaphor and elements of nature to express the emotions. very cool poem...and title well done When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I summon up remembrance of things past ... I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought. ~Shakespeare~ |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
Victoria, I love this, soothingly and sensual, with beautiful imagery. Nicely written. Poeminister |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Some really powerful phrases and images in this one, Victoria! |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Let's see......imagery galore....wonderful metaphors........and you used alot of nature and then spun them into a wonderful word of art.....yeppers......all the elements of a wonderful read and it was just that and more. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
a dream come true for this nature lover "lips of moon" Gosh, Victoria, that is excellent! Kathleen |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Thank you so much Sandra..i hope you had dreams of aqua and love ha...HUGS.. Janet..So nice hearing from you and I happy you enjoyed..I never know where I am going until I get there haa..Its always fun getting there though..HUGS.. Poeminister.Well, thank you..I do appreciate your nice comments..I use to write dark all the time but now just once in a while. thank you for reading Mark..Thank you for your lovely comments.. I never know when i start weaving how it is going to come out..i end up weaving backwards alot ha thanks again Mark...  Kathleen...I am so glad you enjoyed the lips haa..nice to hear from you hon.. thank you for peeking in..~V~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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