the crimson light
of a newborn day
joie de vivre in
every breath I take
treading footsteps
echo the sound
of silent innuendos
as thoughts fly away
like nectar dripping
invading my senses
where muses play
I’ll write you a verse
and softly whisper
“come play”
***
(Picture taken by yours truly at 5am on my daily 8km walk..phewww)
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February 15, 2012 at 1:42 am
Oh I just love how you endied the poem…I had to smile and chuckle aloud because of the playful tone.
February 18, 2012 at 3:51 am
Super pic– you must have been dazzled to see it in person! You have captured the awe of the scene in your words.
February 18, 2012 at 4:43 am
Lovely … D.
February 25, 2012 at 4:49 am
Beautiful poem and beautiful photo from such a beautiful person. It is a joy to see you writing and sharing again!
July 11, 2012 at 8:29 pm
Lovely and such a dramatically beautiful photo. Good catch.
November 2, 2012 at 6:52 pm
Wow… been the long time since I last visited… lovely beautiful words just right for such an enthralling picture.