by stan n nassano
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I found you
a desert rock, that
captures the essence
of both you and the
bride of mystery
swirling in passion
colors of sun
setting on the horizon
the blue of sky
turquoise in morning
layer upon layer
sleeping away a story
glittering with star dust
hard and cold to the grip
soft to the
a work of God’s art
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|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very nice writing dear man..well done ..have a wonderful and safe day...Hugss|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|At the heart of matter and spiritual feelings.
This poems speaks directly to the reader's senses.
A beautiful work of poetic observation... I behold...
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|I agree. This is your best. TYou're in your element and doing what you love and your passion for the envirom,emt is your calling. keep your poetry of the earth close to your heart and, when your adventures give you time, have them published. You're doing just fine!
Blessings and love,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I have to agree with anessa, this is one of your finest and the simplistic beauty of it's images is stunning. well done my friend.
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|there isnt enough space for me to speak here. ....the BEST thing ive read of yours. ...hands... down...hands down the best.
even the aeshetics are beautiful; the offset of words and contrasts. the space of empty before 'all'. ..the double intendre of 'i found you a desert rock'opening the poem .. . as if you found a simple enough rock, full of meaning and wonder and beauty, but you also found a person LIKE a desert rock; hard, lonely, vast, enigmatic, extreme, wild, desperate for water to make them into something...soemthing...MORE. ...heat and cold, wind and rain. ...and how you lay different meanings into each line [do other people see this like i do????] i.e.::
"blending [together/sleeping]. . "
"touch/a work of God's art. ." as if we could reach out and know it simply by blind faith
"art/still/being formed"...which is read first like obviously,m Gods work is not finished as yet, but also---> a command 'still' and then with jsut a hushed and provocative word, the 'being [is] formed'....breathed into life.....from brittle dust comes a star. . .
again, the msot stunning thing ive read of yours
i have shivers.
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|This has a little bit of an ethereal quality and gauzy mystique to it. Love the ending...
|Reviewed by Charlie
|God, the artist; his medium? The earth-- beautiful thoughts. --Charlie|