Open Poetry #34 |
Succulence |
ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Awakened A Druid dawn makes sounds of low belly soft So dreamily a morn to turn into comfortable Half light scents of peach, the orchard fawns in frost November blows the fuzzy blush of flesh raised up Yet waters in my mind the feel of tender questioning Un-slept…the chaste of accelerant deed and reverberation Holding heaven’s appeal, spellbound and arching darkness In tune of breathing, deep and hard the molt of night And sweet the drown of nectar pours cool A taste sung to my lips in perpetual bliss Copyright Kkh 11/17/04 |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"sounds of low belly soft So dreamily a morn to turn into comfortable Half light scents of peach, the orchard fawns in frost" I love these lines. This write was way too short. I was left needing more, wanting more. More! More! More! Excellent write ThisDiamond! JL |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Mmmmmmmm- very nice - succulent Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Perfect. Eric |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
delicious! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Very well written, Kathleen... succulent beyond belief... you've a talent that needs to be shared... when are you going to publish your favorites? |
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