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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on Aug 19, 2011 14:50:57 GMT -5
Silent- Bright under the sea, Past splashed wild weather, The tousled suface.
Cool- Shining fresh to pimple air formed Floating back to the world; Painted bright, few white Teeth barking in bared edge tiles Pushed in enormous walls, Tough inside, a hallway white Splashed with black.
Inside the sea- Floating- Today is quick evaporated, Head returned, Back to floundering steps, To weather the the opened surface.
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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on Aug 20, 2011 0:05:49 GMT -5
This is gorgeous, I loved the way you started each stanza with one word, very effective. Your drop pieces are always brilliant and a pleasure to read.
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Post by bcoyotey on Aug 21, 2011 17:37:32 GMT -5
Rosie, the beauty is delicious in this poem. I love the form, the style, and the way it carries a certain laid back quality. Wonderful! Lady B
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Post by - Moirae - on Aug 21, 2011 18:03:22 GMT -5
Lovely, soothing words you've woven together here. The imagery wisked me away. This was a sensory vacation. Thank you for that. I needed it.
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Post by Quiet Astronomer (PoF) on Feb 6, 2012 12:36:32 GMT -5
Totally agree with all the above, mum. Positively refreshing piece. Two snaps!
QA
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Post by djk ~ 8000 on Feb 6, 2012 13:30:40 GMT -5
Simply beautiful!
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Post by ~ Sasha ~ on Feb 6, 2012 13:57:16 GMT -5
I so so love it Kate!! What you've there is just stunning and lovely!! So enjoyed reading it and so gonna *exalt* this (owed for now though) Paid Sasha
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