high above the sand and surf
she ascends a meandering path until it tapers
at the crest of a mystic mount
intoxicated in rarefied air
she stands tall in her diaphanous
dark blue taffeta robe
accented in precious burgundy
long sleeves billowing in the warm wind
she extends her shapely arms
reaching for the cyan sky
embracing the full october moon
intoxicated in rarefied air
she fastens her lips to the sea
of tranquility, her busy tongue explores
the sea of nectar, her breath
warms the ice-blue sea of cold
on tiptoes she spins the moon above her head
a blue sphere swimming in a scarlet sky
she captures the moon
chains it to her heart, leaps
from the mountain’s crown
on the delicate wings of a cerulean butterfly
lost in the clutch of naked night
her escort a shepherd’s song
guides her through a mysterious postern
into an indigo lover’s grove,
sealed in her midnight blue fantasies
there in the shadows
she is folded in a handsome stranger’s arms
eyes flaming like saphires
on his right hand a lapis lazuli ring
on his lips the whispered love of the poet
a blond blue-eyed adonis
who kisses her ever so gently and…
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Be always safe,
Karen
I really enjoyed this poem, its sounds, colors. "...she spins the moon above her head" is just brilliant and surprising, uplifting, as the poem moves forward, only to end in a reverie.
Many thanks,
Kathy Kopp
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo
It's like taking a walk in a land of fantasy.
Axilea
exciting events in this seductive fantasy!
Superb Gene!
Love,
ET
...and the rest is left to the imagination. I love the structure of the thoughts and the technique, the descent from top to bottom paralleled by the changing shades and variations of colours (a la Hopkins descent from cloud to diamond in That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire) ...."guides her through a mysterious postern into an indigo lover's grove" is outstandingly rich and evocative. This is splendid.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
...mix em' all together and what do we get,
.............YOU.........................ed
Myrna
such an elegant poem filled with imagery,it flows with
the dark of night, the light of the moon and stars in
the eyes...
wonderful!
It seems you have answered in your divine imagery my "IntraBeing" poem. For, it seems that you have painted a mystical, otherworldly, boundless reunion more gloriously than I could have dreamed. This is purely exquisite and I am deeply honored. Tonight I will be dreaming in blue. In admiration and friendship, Gina
What brilliant pictures Gene, you've captured my mind with this one.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.