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A Distant Longing
Shadows step into
the moon's light, elongate
into imagination....
Here
amoung cave dwellers
painting the scene of an ancient hunt
I am
a dreamwalker walking through the
red dust of desire
The sea is a symphony--
I hear waves crashing
a thousand
cicadas climbing their insect legs
into the drum beat of night
Into the rhythm of blue violins
playing a tzigane rhapsody
the veil of day falls
now
the dream meets the dreamer
a thousand nightfalls ago
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Comments
Esker
Tue, 2012-07-31 13:34
alterations
"a dreamwalker walking through the
red dust of desire"
in my changes in my read of this
I placed these words
"a dreamwalker seeking in
dusts red desire
A symphony of seas-
their waves crash
a thousand cicadas
climbing insect legs
the dark beat of night"
just my view of your descriptive wonderful
poem!
Thank You
scribbler
Tue, 2012-07-31 18:15
hi there
That 1st stanza is one of the best I've read here in a long time even though it Doesn't rhyme lol.."cicadas climb their insect legs............I visualize a contortionist inect rolling around trying to climb itself.........which is good for a smile...............stan
Geezer
Tue, 2012-07-31 19:14
I thought...
that the first few lines, the best of all!
Shadows step into
the moon's light, elongate
into imagination....
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magics02
Sat, 2012-08-11 12:41
Lovely
As always I miss reading your work and I hope by now you have compiled your poetic masters in a book Anna. This is really good and I heard the noise and seen the vision in my mind as I read.
Now that is what makes a great Poetess - poetry that leaves much to the imagination. Miss reading your work and happy to see you are still here.
Love Mona