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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He has certainly perfected the art of being a smart a** - a trait that swims like a tadpole in his father’s gene pool and nurtured by that very nature.. his tongue swells with sarcasm his mouth just can’t contain overflowing the once polite orifice with a dam burst of wry words wise cracks snapped! like a quick-witted whip with a grin ..that at once both burns and tickles me but those eyes never change from my cradle-arms to a young man they are still the cyan of Monet’s Water Lilies alive with electrical excitement where voltage thrills the spectacle of imagination; ..as free to be as the aurora borealis shape-shifting like a neon Norse god.. his horizon the runesmith scribing upon the midnight vellum a daydream designed by colors of musical notes.. this sensory rainbow a ribbon tied to beyond the lip-lock of earth and sky.. a consciousness kissed with creative continuum full of buoyant light yearning to take flight across the cerebral airglow seeking heights of deep space wonder - a heart charged with cosmic currents his soul akin to solar winds roaming the galaxies.. aha! and t h e r e is where I see myself in him - yonder side of meager w a n t ... his mind has wings and n e e d s to fly! ..and I am wondering how wonderful it would be to be his age once again - to string my youthful wishes upon a staid set of stars; not the tragic magic of stardust where a comet’s fireworks reigned till one early morn when meteor showers rained my ill-fated dreams falling down - O Libra if only you had another chance to weigh the arc of an outcome ….but then... what would be of the golden mirror I see my reflection in? Susan Ashley April 21, 2021 ~ First Place ~ Premiere Contest: Open Poetry 3 Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
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