Hands lying loose and lazy
against roots.
Lips forming the word luscious
get full.
Breath inhaling succulence
stills ripples.
Mind
the sun sipping saffron
through a million brilliant straws.
i like very short poems, though Indian clasicals/epics are too long. It is a nice poem. You are welcome to comment on my page at the Den.
SG,
Bangalore,
Aug 7, 2006.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
This is what I call the longest poem in a thick "DICTIONARY".
Your quill paints words of wonder and wisdom, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
SG,
Bangalore,
Aug 7, 2006.
Beautiful Syliva!
Brilliant dictionary!
Love, Suzie :-)
It was WONDERFUL!
May you sell a million copies.
Enjoyed this one too.
Elizabeth
Susan