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Sunday

To my muse

[ I ]
~

If we met
The seas could churn
and earth might burn,
snowcaps melt,
rainbows explode.

Then words might dance
vowels thunder,
consonants blaze
a trail of surrender.

Or perhaps

waves would glide
in mellow light,
and gentle rain
soften the night?

if we but met…

...
[ II ]
~~

Call me blood-thirsty leech
if you must.

I can see
what might ensue
but I need to burrow
deep, into
your warm presence,
feed off your brains
drink in your thoughts..

Dry tinder
burns fast.

When we meet
I might catch fire,
but I must die
for only then
my poem flowers.
~~

11 comments:

  1. "...words might dance
    vowels thunder,
    consonants blaze
    a trail of surrender."

    simply outstanding use of words and meanings! hats off

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  2. Anonymous1:02 AM

    beautiful....

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  3. i agree with the *idle mind*
    - literally

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  4. Great poetry...I loved your poems and everything that you wrote...
    I will not be surprised one day to see your name in the list of great poets :)
    Best of luck :)

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  5. Wonderful write. Very nice!

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/one-day-at-a-time/

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  6. Excellent.

    Happy new year

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  7. A wonderful poem, loved reading it.

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  8. Splendid choice of word and thought!

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  9. Whoopee.. sorry for the delay.. and thanks folks! glad you enjoyed it.

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  10. Alaka, this is so wonderful.

    When we meet
    I might catch fire,
    but I must die
    for only then
    my poem flowers. .... oooohhhh !!!

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