There's a chapel in the forest
where, shining through the leaves
sun sifts the air for creatures
and gimmers off their wings.
Arches drape clematis vines
trailing fragrance to the ground
through rhododendron blossoms
lightly tossed around.
Lacy limbs curl fingertips
like delicate demitasse
and sunlight glows right through them
miming green cathedral glass.
I've seen glory in the paintings
of the Michaelangelo,
but luscious wooded raining
imprints halos in my soul
Should I lose the last stanza?
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No, you shouldn't... I loved this poem for three reasons... firstly, excellent diction, secondly great images and thirdly your last stanza...
Where we take inspiration from is what matters with poets. Your words paint the same with ease....
Good job...
b/w welcome to Sharepoetry.com
have a great time around
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hey libralight
i see what you mean, now here's a poem in the true sense of the word. Had everything but unicorns and gossamer wings. the last stanza's my favorite.
dave
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