nearing the prismatic promise of dawn
lapping waves erase, all my barefoot prints
I try to accumulate myself to a fallen log
as a single gust of wind breaks from a summit
and ghostly swoops downwardly unseen
in its precipitously decent over quiet fauna
becoming permeated with fresh jasmine scent
stirring dust in its wake from sleepy leaves
while it keenly glides through a meadow way
holding enough presence to whirl around me
as I sit alone resembling fog on a waters edge
pretending briefly behind my closed eyes
it was your long missed embrace…once again
Poet of the Light © 2019
I admire the images you create with your words 😊
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I agree with a.mermaid’spen_. Nice work!
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Thank you.
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Thank you very kindly dear friend. Your words are always pleasant to read. 🙂
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Oohh wow. I love the imagery here. I felt completely swept away.
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Kind of you to say, Tara, Thank you.
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Lovely.
I didn’t predict your sneaky ending.
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🙂 thus is the slyness of poetry. Thank you.
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🙂
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Your words bring out many images as I found myself sitting there, experiencing everything with all of my senses.
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Thank you for your read and informative comment, I do appreciate them both.
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Beautiful 🌺
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Thank you.
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