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Silent One's Dear Poetry Contest...5 Sept 26
Dear Poetry
You mock me again
as fevered wrist begins to pulse
from the hinges... barbed vignettes glide,
while swoosh of rain 's ink
bathes upon the sill's lattice...
I reach for its nectar ,
this breath sipping the language of words
yearning to be born :
From my window,
a gush filters through hooks
... muddying my quill on shingles
your verses bouncing around, round
to tumble into drafts of musings
searching for silence In chaos--
for moist within my drying cave ;
and from this irreverent place,
I allow the grace of muse's charm
to open my soul's voice like an outpour
of virginal dew...
a promise to cruise into your unknown trails,
this papyrus enticed, lines mocking me again :
Somehow, late dusk arrives with tinge of lamplight
bringing a thrill along my fingers ,
sensualidad grating , yes...rising like so,
ready to greet the ache, the tremble,
the ravaged beginnings
of pain's melody... half-desecrated, half-wise.
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