The muse wakes me gently
As the morning scent
Drifts in
On a golden curtain
The long shadows
Caress
Silver droplets
I bend in
Kiss
A last breath
Of death
I like last lines...my muse is more demanding ~
Written with passion and longing. I like every verse as it leads to the next.
very good. I especially like the last verse, "I bend in kiss a last breath of death"well done!
You had my attention with the first two stanzas, then you had my full attention on the third. Smile
I love this poem. It's tiny, but it says so much.
Amazing piece...so much more to the act of sensualness...you pen it well good sir xoxo
Wonderful poem...Unfortunately, my muse (metaphorical or otherwise) never wakes me. Maybe someday...
I like last lines...my muse is more demanding ~
ReplyDeleteWritten with passion and longing. I like every verse as it leads to the next.
ReplyDeletevery good. I especially like the last verse, "I bend in kiss a last breath of death"
ReplyDeletewell done!
You had my attention with the first two stanzas, then you had my full attention on the third. Smile
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It's tiny, but it says so much.
ReplyDeleteAmazing piece...so much more to the act of sensualness...you pen it well good sir xoxo
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem...Unfortunately, my muse (metaphorical or otherwise) never wakes me. Maybe someday...
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