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White dandruff balding on rocky peaks,
River mouth tributaries eating waterfalls,
Breathing air in natural fresh deodorants,
Fantastic sightseeing of deep cleavage,
Organisms of ecstatic derived pleasure.
Feathers touching the nerves of the sky,
Twitching breezes of sensual arousals,
Tranquility merging with nature’s love,
Upon a melody of lovemaking songbirds,
Cuddling doves cooing for so much more.
Springing sunshine revolving starry nights,
Full moon silvery lake mirrored projections.
Whispers vibrating chorus of serenities calm,
Campfire cracking clear meditative heavens.
Light years theatrics staged for redemption.
Lost emotional artistry writing upon a heart,
Tearing words occupying springing feelings,
A pen isolated, riding pages rippling time.
Verse of lost poets haunting a night sky,
Listen contentedly to the music of poetry,
As white dandruff dusts the high notes.
D.Lester 03/30/06 ©
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
I re-read this poem without the opening and the closing lines, and
"White Dandruff" improved in sounding and comparitive imagery greatly.
"White Dandruff" is a literary glowing page of The Major Art, and an enrichment of THE AMERICAN FINE LETTERS.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|One great offering..although your title did make me scratch my head searching for dandruff....but my "head & Shoulders" shampoo did a great job too :) !!
|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
The entire poem is great!
I especially love:
"...Cuddling doves cooing for so much more..." Your words hold a promise that includes all of creation! Love it!
Love & friendship Suzie :-D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Richly imaged, beautiful verse; many outstanding lines. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And you, my friend, have definately hit the high notes on this one. BRAVO!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i didn't have to scratch my head on this poem ... an isolated pen has much to offer ...|