Grey vapour sated clouds extend their chain
Of rainy bursts and torrents at a glance
The hoarse throat whine from canyons weren’t in vain
As green shoot tillers bow to circumstance
Rush petals weave a chain of svelte romance
On river banks where oak beam timbres fall
Coy sika deer among his peers may crawl
Beyond that wetland canvass oiled at birth
An embryonic chain encodes its wall
With nascent human trails to cosmic mirth
Second place contest medal winner published on Poetry Soup 19th April 2020 and a featured poem of the week on Poetry Soup 12th September 2021
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Dear Poeter, The clouds in
Dear Poeter, The clouds in the sky are going to leave a little rain and a little snow on the curves of the path that man travels. Realities are just like a garden wind entering the mental thoughts of the man whose quests are concentrated. But, the curves in man's thoughts refuse to perceive them. I think I have to say here. Reading all the poems of friends recorded on Poetry Nook this week gives a wonderful feeling in the mind. Write More Congratulations
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M, quite magical. You write
M, quite magical. You write with wondrous vibrancy. :-)
Regina
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