Dew Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Dew
A voice of substance,
to pierce gray cirrus clouds,
a disobedient angel
dismissed by God
for carnal acts,
'twas morning then
and cold on earth.
He sat within the shade
of ancient junipers
and dreamed.
When, silently
a dropp of silver dew
bequeathed an urgent stir
and, like a butterfly,
she came.
It was the welcome nectar
of her hot desire.
Come on Herbert you can get eject a better one out of the can than this. Sid John (Disappointed)
A sensuous picture of nature at work in every sense. I'll take it, Herbsy. G.
disobedient angel, GREAT POEM, WELCOME BACK.................
And ' within the shade of ancient junipers', she slept at ease, yet only till, the gasping, ... of his next breath.. Beautiful poem. :)
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4/19/2024 7:27:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A GREAT PIECE OF POETRY HERBERT SO WELL SAID WITH SO FEW WORDS WARM REGARDS AJS