Gregory Richard Barden Poet Free verse

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Locks, Languid

Sublimity ...
Bandit of my breath

Summer blond tresses, pure
Splashed with amber bands, aglow

Slowly twisting down to soft, stretchy curls
Bouncing on your shoulders with heavenly mirth

Like a child bouncing her bed Christmas morn
Exquisite texture, as combed Turkish velour

Meant for the delve of only tender hands
Loving fingers that honor privilege

Every touch savored, adored
Each strand a rarity

A golden thread
Ephemeral.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Strand Choice 9 Any Theme Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

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Brenda Chiri January 29, 2020 at 12:16 PM Gregory congrats on your top win once again!;) Gregory Richard Barden January 30, 2020 at 10:42 PM Thank you so very much, Brenda - blessings! :o) <3

Kim Rodrigues August 15, 2017 at 8:57 AM Like a child bouncing her bed Christmas morn...love the description! Gregory Richard Barden August 16, 2017 at 12:07 AM Thank you, Kim ... I so love metaphor! Glad you enjoyed this! :-)

Russell Sivey August 14, 2017 at 6:27 AM This is a beautiful rendition to a good head of hair! I really enjoyed reading your delightful poem this morning! You have written an amazing piece about one of those subjects that seems important to most guys(on a woman anyway!)...Hair! Great Work!! Gregory Richard Barden August 15, 2017 at 1:07 AM Thank you so very kindly, My Friend, and you are correct - such a wonderful subject! How can a poet go wrong with such muses? Blessings, Brother! :-)