February 17, 2010
2.17.10 – 23.06
tones as clear as crystal spheres,
plucked from seamless midnight air.
satin surrounds my fevered skin,
soft as water poised at rims.
as styled sirens sing through brass,
atmosphere clasps it in its grasp,
and quiet melodic drum
murmurs soporific hums.
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Mikey said,
February 18, 2010 at 11:21 am
Such a peaceful and serene piece.
I see you’ve gone back to a more traditional style of writing, but I’m glad to see that your imagery is still as strong as ever. It’s one of the things I’ve always loved about your poetry and will continue to My heart is filled with great bliss being able to witness that, despite life being so chaotic, you are still able to find tranquility to write. I’ve always been fond of reading your work, but that goes without saying.
I hope that as time progresses, you will still find the time to write such pieces. Until then, thank you for sharing.
Menina said,
June 15, 2010 at 5:15 pm
This line is perfection:
‘soft as water poised at rims’
You are a wonderful writer.