- Erotic Poetry
- Aftermath
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Soft chimes fill the air, ringing gracefully in the breeze
Crystal dewdrops sparkle delicately in the moonbeams
Quiet, fresh… a new beginning
Sounds return slowly, trickling back like sands of an hourglass
Light brightens the horizon as moon sets and the sun rises
Mists rise from damp ground filling the air as warmth flows
Beauty of storm washed scenery fills the eyes
Masking the destruction, deceiving the senses
Until a stray sunbeam reveals…
Lost amid the aftermath of the storm’s fury
A small form battered… bruised… lost…
Kneeling, hands clenched tightly upon thighs
Head bowed, face hidden by wind tossed curls
Soft sobs flow from her trembling form
Shivers ripple through muscles bared to the light
Clutched within her hand a dark band wraps fingers close
Beneath her tight fist, a silver heart gleams faintly
Body… heart… soul… waiting out the storm
Alone within the garden she waits…
- COMMENTS
moonblademabout 19 years agoHey Dreamer! (*_~)
This flows very nicely, almost languidly, even with the description of the storm. The voice is like a soft windchime, and I can hear it breathe in the wind. Beautiful work. :)
Anonymousabout 19 years agoPowerful images here.. pulling me right in and becoming one with the work..
ty for the read
Du~
your poem is mentioned on the Sunday reviews
