smiling with the butterflies
laughter enlights her cobalt eyes
glance ecstasy personified
in barefoot dancing pale levi's
. as outside silent night sweeps by
. in duvet slumbers dreams i lie
. where years desires carefree fly
. till dawning's kiss
. of sweet goodbye
each motion making mockery
a passion hence denied in me
till lovers final harmony
enraged my thundering timpani
. as outside silent night sweeps by
. quiet calls a stifled cry
. memory time cannot deny
. of dawnings kiss
. and last goodbye
- Author: dusk arising ( Offline)
- Published: October 11th, 2018 00:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 111
Comments11
Wonderful emotive write.
Thanks goldfinch
A fine write dusk.
Thanks for reading Orchidee
Reads so well - great work dusk
Thank you ME. Appreciated.
Perfection on a piece of paper. I'm quite taken aback from the beauty in it from the first word till the last.
Thats high praise and i thank you.
What a stunning poem! Very descriptive and heartfelt. Loved it!
Thank you Christina. I think it must have overpowered some, it appears 24 people viewed it but only 5 have commented.
Definately heartfelt you are right there. All the stuff of dreams is from our hearts after all.
i enjoyed the write
Thank you for looking in and reading me, Always appreciated.
my pleasure
Nostalgic, emotional from the beginning to the end. Enjoyed the reading.
Thank you for reading me. Always good to see poetic friends enjoying a piece which fell onto the page for me.
Great write Dusk. Enjoyed seeing an orchestral percussion instrument make its way into your poem.
I hope the climactic sexual timpani sensation isn't something Thanks for your appreciation.
No worries Dusk - it doesn’t offend me.
8 more comments
I can not tell a lie... this was thoroughly enjoyed... a delicious little read on my return to these shores and true...
interesting, tell me ..when did you last see a butterfly smile
Never, the opening line is about smiling in the presence of the little winged beauties. It's a dream sequence.
One would hope that having reached maturity from maggot and pupae stage, the little critters were a tad on the happy side - till some beautiful passing bird makes a meal of them. Makes 'dressing up for dinner' take on a whole new hue.
phew.. relief.. I thought some one had dropped an acid tab in ya coffee...
Lovely flow to your words 🙂
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