waking in a room the color of mist and patience it's long gray cape connecting two bluesier kisses (a sigh in the stairway is curved and manipulated) Over the chatter of floods I can hear smiles sifting about in another room * Not the day- but something in it's newness the way you mention beauty when your hands are full of morning though it is not so much the division of your sighs but how you wear them like a willow reaching towards the weeping ground.
really enjoyed this one; great job with the flow and breaking up the images, giving them space to breath. I also liked the tone of this, it has a vibe to it that's really beautiful and is brought out just right. both pieces also seem to belong together! that's simply yummy
Loved the part fulmah posted and this the most. Loved your wording...the color of mist nd patience got and kept me right there. though it is not so much the division of your sighs but how you wear them
Wow, Ripple...i liked the last poem the best (I assume they are two separate poems) it feels good to be back here
Two very beautiful poems with a morning theme. I felt transported to another place while reading them. I like the imagery of the willow in the weeping ground best.
BECAUSE IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF I WERE DEAD AND YOU WEREN'T. thanks everybody! and yes, technically they are two different poems.
Wow, I'm glad I missed this the first time. Such a joy to discover these subtle aching sighs... 'like a willow reaching towards the weeping ground.' So tender, we kiss the ground in so many ways. Touching and powerful in its gentleness
