May 2016
These are not
petals unfolding
and I am not light
but a daydream
drifting
These are not
lips savoring
and I am not night
but the darkness
awakening
These are
reddened skies
and I am but the dawn
a woman
breaking
petals unfolding
and I am not light
but a daydream
drifting
These are not
lips savoring
and I am not night
but the darkness
awakening
These are
reddened skies
and I am but the dawn
a woman
breaking
REPOST
When I receive messages within minutes of posting, from two poets on HP I admire and respect, inquiring about the break in format on the last stanza, I know that I haven't been as clear as I could have been. I love getting the loves, but your discerning eyes are the true gold here. Thank you so much to David Adamson and PoetryJournal for taking the time to ask for clarity. I love the discussion! Hope the change makes all the difference...
: )
*red sky at night, sailor's delight - red sky in morning, sailor's warning...*
When I receive messages within minutes of posting, from two poets on HP I admire and respect, inquiring about the break in format on the last stanza, I know that I haven't been as clear as I could have been. I love getting the loves, but your discerning eyes are the true gold here. Thank you so much to David Adamson and PoetryJournal for taking the time to ask for clarity. I love the discussion! Hope the change makes all the difference...
: )
*red sky at night, sailor's delight - red sky in morning, sailor's warning...*
