Written At Sunset While Sitting On A Sewer Pipe To Paradise Poem by Wes Thompson

Written At Sunset While Sitting On A Sewer Pipe To Paradise



golden ripples slowly sway
toward my feet
where awaiting bubbles burst
like humming angels
calling to the setting sun with
each gentle pop
within a swooning mirror
framed by wild grass and reeds
a self-portrait of beauty
these graceful depths
of golden ripples
who slowly sway

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Frostesque sprinklings here...Effulgent imagery...Smooth flux...Solid Write, Wes. FjR

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H H 10 April 2007

Beautiful! A close up view of beauty in nature.

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