Fearless
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More often, this soul widens farther
than the breath of a moon... and through
glittering eyes, I saunter on the ledge
of woodland,
past time's curfew and nobility: a wanton stroll
by a maiden fondling the ripeness
of cherries------ that such pageant from
embossed ferns weaves a new tune.
I twirl along pebbles and sand,
kindling night’s liniment
glorious as the slow climb of dusk...
my wildfire spewing a wanton blaze;
-----fearless like some insolent empress
rising from chambers, burning oil
or watering pewter stones
while dragonflies sleep in a lull...
and I wrap my navel radiant
in the flickering, feathering night,
differently cloaked in such moistened heat.
-----------this way, my world
reinvents the fragrance of a song.
Contest: Don’t fight it ….write it!!!
Sponsor; John Lawless
8/15/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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