James Peranteau Poet Free verse

pixy nymph dance

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                'pon

               yesss
                'pon
          the acres uv
             lavender

               there

        whut the poet
             longs for

          the sparkling
               slight
         clad in crystal
                blue
                with 
    sparkling diaphanous 
               wingz

              spining
tumbling with blue crystals 
        spilling in circles
        the Spring wind
           touching it's
                 soft
              cauzing
            gentle slow
                 rise

     the artist enthralled  

     for the Sun outlines 
 too the taut through that 
          diaphanous
               frock

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Linda Alice Fowler January 27, 2024 at 9:50 AM Oh, I truly love the sensuality in this ethereal write James. Thank you for sharing this. hugs Linda :) James Peranteau February 1, 2024 at 10:28 AM ;)

Duke Beaufort January 22, 2024 at 4:07 PM Nice when there's a pretty scene to contemplate. The fields of lavender or others can be stunning. Thanks for letting me visualize it. James Peranteau February 1, 2024 at 10:27 AM ;)...you came at the right/write time dear poet...i'm reading acolades whilst hern pretty begins hern smother...ty

Jan Allison January 22, 2024 at 11:19 AM the imagery is exquisite James, i especially love the use of diaphanous it adds an air of sensually and sexiness to your descriptorn adding this to my faves:-) hugs Jan xx James Peranteau January 22, 2024 at 3:34 PM needless to say, yet i'll say it anywho...it pleases me to please you ')...by the way, that write you graced us with, "precipice" saving the boy's life, wow, in fact; i think that i'll tell you there...Jan, i don't comment much, my "epigram 8"..lol, i never explained it; yet that's why i wrote it, 'cuze there have been pneuma who appreciated not mine thoughts, thus i've ceased almost to the 'nun', yet when i meet the astute, *smiles* mine unintentionally rambles on ;) g2g....much love dear poet