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ere heart trace
enact
this sun gown warms
streamer lightness
like a halo
adversity is empty
shelved with
motes of touch
I thought I knew
loves striations
falling like spring
snow
sedimentary values
I hear water trickling
and I can feel the falls
jagged rock and foam
freshets
the heart shaped sweetness
a glad smile
that lightness of being
and nights joy burns
like tracer rounds
my heart kicking
and I dream Im
hunting
I dream of forests
and rain at darkness
feel your small
palm against this pain
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Comments
CCfire
Wed, 2011-03-30 01:45
Well I wish I'd written the
Well I wish I'd written the last stanza...small palm against this pain is a wonderful way to end this emotional journey through poetry here. I enjoy the way you use abstract thought with the emotions and feelings.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
Nordic cloud
Wed, 2011-03-30 13:53
The halo
The halo
the moat
the aura of velvet gown
as the sun frames
the moon
and blazes the flowers
into a round of seasons...
"and nights joy burns
like tracer rounds
my heart kicking
and I dream Im
hunting"... I smiled specially at this verse
You are all man Steven.
Love from a female.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.