ask the earth’s permission to slip through the throng
no more remarkably than a shadow; ponder shapes,
as roots of trees trip rows of raindrops waiting, waiting
to fall from a thin branch setting the pace in a Swans
Lake therein the shrouded and clouded imaginations
of lovers hearts can be traversing to the stars
Ideal poem, my type, Love Swans on the Lake, and love the lovers hearts can be traversing to the stars. Nature sure does help love along when it comes to one.
...captivating poem Vivian...in so few words
but...layers of metaphors...symbolism and so
characteristic for your wonderful writing...rich
undertones...it sings...It sings the fairy-tale
song of "out of this world"'s love/faith/destiny.
...two choreographed shadows dance the devotion
rhythm...symphony of human spirit...hovering above
the shore of Swans Lake...place...where once before
...pure in heart man proclaimed his love...in
a most memorable story of star-crossed lovers.
Thank you Vivian, for your poetic/intellectual
regale...Feast...I needed sooooo much.
. . . and love surrenders its grandeur forevermore, tripping the light fantastic with soft words for her ears only as the malleable, thick grass gives of itself to cushion the softness of the lovely woman who is enthralled within his grasp . . .
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
but...layers of metaphors...symbolism and so
characteristic for your wonderful writing...rich
undertones...it sings...It sings the fairy-tale
song of "out of this world"'s love/faith/destiny.
...two choreographed shadows dance the devotion
rhythm...symphony of human spirit...hovering above
the shore of Swans Lake...place...where once before
...pure in heart man proclaimed his love...in
a most memorable story of star-crossed lovers.
Thank you Vivian, for your poetic/intellectual
regale...Feast...I needed sooooo much.
Always,
Deborah
Ron
budd
Sandie