No sugarplum dreams. In my mind December devils dance, prance in premature pride, so soon disrupting quiet center, gift of present, imprinting fanciful swirls of dubious promises, hammering happenings and half-truth deep into soft tissue-paper wishes, shattering hope’s reflection, creating color of chaos, leaving my life in disarray;
Havoc.
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Peace.
Let me be still lying next to you watching snowflakes settle on the tranquil scene. See how we fly without leaving the ground of our love – two snow angels, weightless in the womb of wordless wonder, held and protected, swaddled, still becoming a song, repeating what was, is and yet shall be: comfort and joy, miracle of love;
So well centred and very effective juxtapositioning, Dawn. I always, ALWAYS, admire your continual experimentation with concept and form. You are the most versatile and flexible of poets, outstanding in all that you do. Seasons Greetings! :)) K xx
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on November 27, 2006
"weightless in the womb of wordless wonder" <- absolutely love it!
You've sown a perfect balance with this piece. Glad to see you ended up on the bright side.
This is a beautiful poem, well constructed as the form of the stanza can be visualized. There is also great contrat between the first (rather dark poetry) and the second (more light shining). One of the best I've read today. Victor
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Vesna.)
You've sown a perfect balance with this piece. Glad to see you ended up on the bright side.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
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