Open Poetry #35 |
Blush Of Ivory Dreams |
ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Passion pours forth Destined in a burst of harmony Timidly at first, struggling to balance On tip toes from the limbs of trees Yet over time, turning broad and supple Bathing in the sunlight, whispering to the moonlight Dancing in the rain As summer ends in certain vibrancy A last and final day remains un-named When the wind takes count and scatters passive souls Hardly leaving an impression on the sky Yet wrapped in thoughts of you I venture to your meadow Intrepidly the blade, though I know how deep the cut…how deep the ache Letting entrance to my secret garden, where the clothes of proper fall the path Returning to authentic selves, rubbed in berry juice still wet with promise Daisy chains around my waist to shade me from the burn of nakedness And for a time, just yours and mine… our hearts hear the tears For autumn is eternal, the dance of changes smug upon the flame And clover beds our love in images of tranquil days in distant wane That what you may forget, these crimson lips have kept Awakening your call, the spring before the fall, and given as my all Your whisper guides the blush of ivory dreams Copyright Kkh 02/27/05 |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
What gives? The weather, the heat of a small but warm fire...a bottle of vintage wine, now down to it's last drop. Perhaps the mail man in his finest togs...?????????? Well? Sending two fire extinguishers, a ladder truck and the Sheriff's department..... Charge of indecent exposure and starting a fire that will become out of control.. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool imagery here |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Wonderful write as always TD. hugs, Chris Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Yet wrapped in thoughts of you I venture to your meadow Intrepidly the blade, though I know how deep the cut…how deep the ache Letting entrance to my secret garden, where the clothes of proper fall the path this was amazingly hypnotic and seductive, what I mean to say is...it blends the all of whats meek and right into something beyond comprehension...loved this...well done |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautiful!!! Eric |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
There is never a time I visit your post without word play. The sounds you string impel me to repeat them aloud. Today's favorite: "the dance of changes smug upon the flame" miscellanea |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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Opoetry4me Member
since 2002-10-11
Posts 126Dixon, Ky USA |
You painted a beautiful picture here that just carries me away. Beautiful write. |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
reads like the creation of beauty and Adam and Eve in the "Garden"/beautifully descriptive and smoothly formed. Thank you for sharing and giving me motivation to get to your level of writing. keith |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Your whisper guides the blush of ivory dreams" Now that is nice! Enjoyed the read, but that last line... Wow! JL |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
For autumn is eternal, the dance of changes smug upon the flame And clover beds our love in images of tranquil days in distant wane Dear Kathleen, your poetry gladdens me and so often leaves me on the verge of tears. It is a heartfelt combination, the emotions you bring to the surface. Just lovely, you~ |
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