Poetry and Pottery-W
A poem sleeps in my body in an upright state,
Among the heavy traffic, I lay bare my desire
Comes unto me in the broad way of my heart
Search in her body similes, title or metaphor.
I breathe in her mouth with the words proper
I whisper into ears to hear the echoes of words
That are in my mind to compose the body fair.
And feel sound effect reading it aloud for tunes
Touch your curved lips with overflowing ideas
Deep down in the vault of your soft rosy cave
I feel you and hear it in firmament of heavens
Touch heart that heaves and throbs like dove
Like a potter I lay my hand on waist for rhythm
Balance,proportion,and aesthetic flexible rhyme.
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23-12-13
First Place win
Contest: Portrait of a Poet by Gautami Phookan
Dr. Ram Mehta - ***A Shakespearean Sonnet***
Date 11-6-10
Sixth Place Winner in:
Contest: Create your own form, maybe? by The rambling Poet, Dear heart
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