Saturday, September 15, 2012

Let Me Saunter


Lilting one day
sensuous forest
splayed before me
artist that I am I asked
may I color you rich

let me saunter through
your exterior silhouette
your tresses blowing
in joyous lyric exhulation
adoring amebic alliteration

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3 comments:

  1. MarySeptember 16, 2012 at 4:51 AM

    I love the sounds in this poem, Willow. Really enjoyed the 'sauntering' and the last line.

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  2. LynneSeptember 16, 2012 at 6:17 PM

    Wonderfully blissful poem, Willow. Felt I was there.

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  3. troutbirderSeptember 29, 2012 at 6:26 AM

    Ah! The mood is just right...

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