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Post by misty on Jul 8, 2005 9:07:48 GMT -5
Oxalis: Summer's lemony-herb kiss That stands silent and sublime Over earth a-dearth of lime. This green lady of the trail Looks sweet and dainty since frail, Yet knowing her embrace true I say naught came from morn's dew; A snake from under-earth night, Her affection strikes with bite.
If life were Sea and death Land She would sit, feet in beach sand, Green trefoil umbrella high, As if to warn the warm sky, And golden bonnet on crown Teasing the Sun on his rounds. Souring above and below Her sweat seeps earthward, but slow, Coarse earth clings, but not from thirst; Rather they relate vice verse.
As iron is a dead star's bones, Hers is part innards of stone. As air licks iron unto rust, Leached mineral is her lust. As she feels noble as day, She looks beyond soil for prey. Fate grants man a rocky frame; Before beauty he is tame. With each little kiss the more, He swims closer to her Shore.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 11, 2005 18:01:17 GMT -5
may i ask.. what influence were you under while writing this?
very descriptive. i love the imagery. vivid.
those two parts stuck out for me. gorgeous. the first stanza was wonderful as well.
nicely done, misty. much enjoyed.
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Post by DarkCloud on Jul 12, 2005 12:06:48 GMT -5
Greetings!
not a fan of rhyme poetry, but I can make exceptions. images are rolling with grace, as for the poet, this is ablaze.
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