Bryant Ohara Poet Free verse

Plasticine, Powder, Sprites, Sweet Nothings

Swarm robots sing                                         your dreams of snow angels.
They flutter in formation,                                flinging up flakes.
Engineered wings                                           whispered together:
"Rise from the pack ice,                                  wait for my kisses
of polymers and airfoils and programs -             I'm pining to play with
persistence of vision                                       and time...in time.
Watch what I've wished for                              rise from the powder in time...
Be mine...                                                    in time..."

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Skat A April 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM BRYANT, Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will get much delight in reading and in time become familiar with your verse. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

Poet Destroyer A April 10, 2015 at 8:33 PM Bryant, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy 2015, with New Poet Friends @-> LINDA <-@