pulling currents of life from deep underground
trembling fingersoft-haltinglytraces the arcof thy cheekto rest atthe locusswirl of hairat your templeeyes meetaeons expirecivilisations burnmighty suns collapseunder their owngravity
Yes they do. And what is the disappearance of a civilization compared to what you describe here?
The amazing image of collapsing suns and doomed cities contrasted with the tenderness of the first stanza is wonderful.
i didnt feel the inspiration on this prompt either to be honest. the 2nd stanza is really good though!
i can close my eyes, and the image of the first stanza comes alive -- slowly. so tender. so sweet.when i open my eyes, even under the chaos of the second stanza, the first image can not be removed. how is that possible? Good poem.
I like the six degrees feel of this - beautiful.
I think this spoke the most to the loving side of me.trembling fingersoft-haltinglytraces the arcof thy cheekTrue...wooing words.
"Trembling finger..traces the arc of thy cheek.." I enjoyed this-
Yes they do. And what is the disappearance of a civilization compared to what you describe here?
ReplyDeleteThe amazing image of collapsing suns and doomed cities contrasted with the tenderness of the first stanza is wonderful.
ReplyDeletei didnt feel the inspiration on this prompt either to be honest. the 2nd stanza is really good though!
ReplyDeletei can close my eyes, and the image of the first stanza comes alive -- slowly. so tender. so sweet.
ReplyDeletewhen i open my eyes, even under the chaos of the second stanza, the first image can not be removed.
how is that possible? Good poem.
I like the six degrees feel of this - beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI think this spoke the most to the loving side of me.
ReplyDeletetrembling finger
soft-haltingly
traces the arc
of thy cheek
True...wooing words.
"Trembling finger..traces the arc of thy cheek.." I enjoyed this-
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