Open Poetry #35 |
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Your smile |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio ![]() |
Banquets of caterpillers become a skyway of butterflies; the moon smiles above in her evening choir and the stars hang on invisile threads of the tenderhearted and round robin soliloquies toast the great prophets breathe...........the air is still free, isn't it? soaring high on jack daniels and mountain jammin' joe blue eyes and me, somewhere in a dream unveiled, we meet again and stand toes upon toes in grass tickling the now snowless mountain tops, the sky breaks it straight laced composure; you gift me in cirrus clouds and faces above smile a harlequin romance, the trees court the marigolds and sunlight splinters into a rainbow, your smile, a prism of recognition, we meet again...... i climb above these earthly chains into your rose garden, you take my hand and we dance, free. [This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (06-13-2005 10:16 PM).] |
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Canuckster Member
since 2002-01-09
Posts 285New Mexico, USA |
One positive critique in a question Banquets of Caterpillers? That's one buffet I think I'll pass. ![]() The poem itself though is enticing and I love the pictures you give. An exhilerating read. never try to teach a pig to sing |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Your images take my breath away! You are one talented goddess! ![]() ![]() Linda |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Lovely, lovely, lovely Michele!! Vidid imagery and color..excellent write. Hugs~Nancy ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Such captivating imagery, dear Poet Michelle! Well, nobody eats the caterpillars as you let them become butterflies. Banquets for the eyes only. Love and hugs. Margherita ![]() |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Michele, the first stanza is a poem all and in itself... the rest was dessert... ![]() |
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