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cobweb veil
our insomniac forest
hides wondrous witches
and slender silhouettes
of still forgotten trees
diminish daytime essence
and withering brown leaves
crumple within the hush.
the dim virgin serenades
echoes through existence
we remember now
seductress wearing a cobweb veil
a white gown drenched in waterfall
a flickering shadowy enticement
makes glimmer the water droplets
streaming from dark wavy hair
prevails flowers to peek beauty
precisely perfect daisy framing
the curve of lovely cheekbones
prevails shining skin to alter between
the perfect sun and perfect moon
gray eyes glimpse then blink again
shy and giggling little creature
please come to me
relaxing and freeing delicate limbs
enough to conceive romance
as the stars blast into blue fire
and annihilate ethereal dream.
I really, really like this
I really, really like this one, especially the last two lines. As I read it, it spoke to my childhood memories of living next to a pine tree forest (which was something of an anomaly, as we lived in a small village, but the village had grown around the forest), and, especially in the autumns, I experienced a childhood version of thoughts like the images in your poem. In my old age, I love poems that reach me deeply enough to stir up those old memories: thank you for posting this one.
Starward
Amazing really how words can
Amazing really how words can induce the connections they do between people, even so exquisitely as your shared experience with this poem (which I was highly amused to read). Thank you for sharing all your stories. It gives me a good glimpse into your interesting life, and since you are so well versed, I am able to read your words like a favorite novel.
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I thank you for the
I thank you for the tremendous compliment in your response to my comment, and I thank you again for posting this beautiful poem.
Starward