yarning silk to flawless hues
yet your face is moody spring, unkempt
yearning for moon's kiss & blues
observe the shedding of olive skin
obtuse as words you scrawled on walls
offer sage leaves & feathers, & spin
oats & seeds, the wild voice calls
begin each day with tender hands
bathing in light, forgiving yourself
bedazzle with larks, jiggle run on sands
becoming is chaos, off-the-shelf
enter at-your-own risk show, you scrap
endurance with pride, & you also fall
endless times, until you fly without a map
edging lakes, you cup palms & call-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form is Trolaan. Thanks for your comments and visits.
Really that sounds natural....reminds me i some ways of preparing for the stage, and the tension is definitly there....wonderful line with the blood and superb closing.
ReplyDeleteAlways there is the longing in dome little niche
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much♡love
Becoming - all the tidbits that encompass ones being. You made the form flow flawlessly down the page. The third stanza really stands out for me. Thanks for an intriguing prompt.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done!
ReplyDeleteVery poetic. Nicely done and an excellent example to follow
ReplyDeleteYou set the bar high with this one, Grace! Thanks for sharing a new form and your amazing poem.
ReplyDeletehi Grace! thanks for this week's challenge. as others have stated, you did exceptionally well with the prompt. :)
ReplyDeleteAh, such a sense of having find one's way having planned it more perfectly in the mind, eventually comes the dive in, the letting go at some level. This was a beautiful read Grace, superb.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Grace. Incredible poetry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Grace!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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What a beautiful spring poem, Grace! Reading your words and the way they flow, the form does not seem tricky at all! Thanks for a challenging prompt.
ReplyDelete'becoming is chaos' - I like this little line.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Grace! Thanks for sharing this form.
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