the rhythmic
throb of your golden heart
of hearts revealed…
a passionate journey
over the rainbow
sing to me, egret…
the sweet songs of summer
soaked in love
you dance lightly
on the rose petal of my dreams
seeing beauty
in the inner sanctum
of my being
the ecstasy
of the gentle breeze profound…
radiance of the soul
with the exotic
heat, you capture the rarest
essence of desire…
the golden drop of
summer's moon
your seductive
dance of wonder unfolds…
the miracle of being
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Simply beautiful
Such imagery you bring to paper (or screen).
"your seductive
dance of wonder unfolds…
the miracle of being"
Your seductive words show us the dance of that inner being, Lawrence.
Beautiful poetry.
expressing pictures
with the words in this poem.
I mostly stopped by to say "Happy Gather Anniversary", but enjoyed the poem when I got here.
like with 'my' emotions.
It's a good thing that you write in metaphors, or I would be scolding you for expecting an egret to sing. But they are beautiful, aren't they?
Ok, so we have an egret that flies over the rainbow. But who or what is dancing on your dreams and seeing your inner self? The egret doesn't really seem like the being to do this. I am confused by stanzas 3, 4, and 5.
I think I get the last stanza (maybe). Egrets are very graceful when they are walking in the water. Do they put their wings out and "tent" (disguise their profile from the fish) like herons do?
I read this poem again, and the only additional meaning I can find is in the symbol of the egret. Are your egrets white, like those in North America?
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