Hidden Beauty
QUIET RIVER WAKES
A river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail
iust like a winding river
blue notes trickle down and streams
along the ocean where thev were heard
all around unique each
in their tempo sailing in a whirl
of life's dance: with distinct flow
in sweet motion to be adorned
as one long song,
still a rhapsody has its fading
as with a prelude there must be
an end, ike seasons with ellipses
that pause only to open
new lilts of fresh cycle;
my passages turning into another bend
awaiting the chances of a lake's journey
to sail and be taken away by a float
embracing my body in the dew.
.................
Rhonda J. Saunders' Hidden Beauty Contest
1/20/2015
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