in your gentle rain
my garden of water gets overflowed
If the water rises up to the level of my nostrils
I might become a tale myself
I sleep here every night
on the surface of a frozen lake
on a dessert pillow
at the top of a blue hill
full of pines and palm leaves
where Life's wild orchids bloom
like a hunter's arrow
and I sleep here
a bleeding cloud
on the eternities darking road
a poem wears a sunshine
and speaks amber colored tales of love
Love that smells like an invincible summer
hesitantly I look at the face
drawn by
the mystic darkness
and the poem breaths
my breath
it goes on
till it becomes a distant star
it burns in the air to ash
turning ash
it falls on my face
my garden of water
and your gentle rain
the virgin wind
and the forbidden dance
the lure, serenity ,passion and
a taste of bitter almonds
the tides rise up , up and above
and I give myself
a cloth of brilliant red
to wrap it all over my body
now then and forever,
slowly I see The cloud is fizzling out
and the poem
dead.
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Great job ............................
with the imagery
These 2 lines really standing out so boldly on their own --
and I sleep here
a bleeding cloud.
The twists and turns of it, very creative of you. And the ending well simply, WoW
The title is very interesting, Loved it
Great read, thank you
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thanks a million.....
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Great job.
This poem provided excellent imagery. And i liked how you wrote about the life and death of a poem. It was infact a great read. My favorite parts had to be ::
hesitantly I look at the face
drawn by
the mystic darkness
and the poem breaths
my breath
it goes on
till it becomes a distant star
it burns in the air to ash
turning ash
it falls on my face
Great work!
--Tori
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thanks Tori..
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MaMa-2-be-Cindy
October 21, 2007