Love, lust, fear and joy builds our own inner tempest
Pearly sand shifting through fingertips Dusting away memories. Eventide waters pool in hidden inlets Cleansing away apprehension. Jagged and jutting monuments Herald inner peace.
Whimsical dragonflies dance to a silent song Mating lovers waltz. Distant light flickers a casting white glow Guiding the soul home. Charcoal mountains drift across the sky Tempest emotions boil and build.
Wild wind whips feather light strands Freedom of joy glides on swift currents Pellets of water lash soft flesh A guttural cry carries for miles. Brilliant reds and oranges peek at the horizon Sensual love rests in the aftermath.
The world always looks so different and so alive when one has fallen in love. It is like love covers our eyes and shows us only beauty in all things we come into contact with. Very visual and descriptive write. Excellent.
Breath Taking! This is beautiful, and transcends the oceans depths with the feel of affection. Passion dances on air with dragons wings, and waters sooth the soul at evenings tide, while love's call echoes into the sunset.
Reading this , and looking at the picture, my minds eye mixes, and there is no seperation of the two...The words overcome, and I see something has been added to the painting...I see a woman in the sky above, witht the wings of a delicate gull..she is suspended by the wind, and hovers, just above the gyre. The ship is wrecked, and she must just wait out the storm...
This is what this poem said to me.
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Ooh La La...Very nice.'Pellets of water lash soft flesh'. Brilliant! I love the clever, connected way the sentences push and pull. Wonderful story.
Excellent!
this has the movement of a sea as it edges come forth and recede in passionate waves . beautifully painted images in lines like "Whimsical dragonflies dance to a silent song" and "Wild wind whips feather light strands"
I'm still quite new to the writing world other than the fact I enjoyed and excelled at English through my years of school and college. I mostly just write poetry because of my scattered mind and deep .. more..