Sweet lyrical melody rises like steam
from a silver tongued throat
mixing with the winters breeze
rivers of white smoke stretching to the moon
in a whisper of a kiss held by gravity
before scattering into a million tiny wisps
like falling leaves in autumn winds
swimming through the points of the stars to land on painted skin
searching for the universe in pale blue ocean beam
blooming in the spring of new beginning
float with wondering dreams
away from the black hole of life's gravity
into the clouds above grounded feet
catching summer rays from the sun's bright gaze
burning with the steam of a sweet lyrical melody
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kitty the naughty poet (
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Good write Kitty.
I hear Sinatra singing "Fly Me to The Moon," like in "rivers of white smoke stretching to the moon," and "a silver tongued throat." I think your fantastic journey of the "sweet lyrical melody" is a trip worth taking, poetically speaking. From the depths of "the black hole of life's gravity" to the heights of "catching summer rays from the sun's bright gaze" I was swept away "in a whisper of a kiss."
loved your poem. - Phil A.
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