.-Curling Respires Poem by Debora Short
.-Curling Respires
Wispy calligraphy draws me into
The wintered blue that eyes and so lightly
Veils her shoulders in fine–twigged taupe lace
Fair weathers bop softly near southern skies
Drawn out curly-breaths send life to her clay
As if His chubby cheeks were blowing song
Ethereal devotions to concept
Ancient voyeur for many new quill-ed
Ones, their delicate nests now expose-d
Engineer-ings unique to their authors
Transitory weavings for feathered
Nurseries- playpens of precious plume-d
Three circle and play in her afternoon streams
Gliding peacefully in rays of salience
At a distance, leaves impersonate
Bouncing about on boughs like tiny mocking-
Birds in dappled light, obscured treasures
Dangling withered and dry high aloft
Soon to be gently sent floating to her
Soft moss-ed-beds of fragrant red cypress
Commingling whiffs trail in from heavens hearth
Warming contemplative lures to His love
(English Mountain, Tennessee
November 13,2006)
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4/30/2024 7:23:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This moves like coins on ice, my dear! I've missed your fine pennings these past few months. as i too have been reduced to cameo appearances(with a bit 'o help from my 14 year old, who posted some old works of mine in June & July.This site is no longer what it once was...and what it could & should have been. We had some really fine talent gracing these pages for almost 2 years.Anyway...it's good to see you on site, Debora...keep in touch & keep those trademark couplets flowing! Frank/FjR