Baroque
Hypothesists sift, like clams, the plankton
Of ideas, ever strengthening
Their own protective carapace,
Pearlescent notions cultured
In corners of oceans
Where swirling currents
Hint of the wind
And fins flick
Softest
Silt,
Hidden
From the sky
Where hungry gulls
Wheel over waves
And Venus is borne
To the shore on the surf.
Hypothesists sift, like clams,
The plankton of ideas. Star-
Light falls softly on the ocean swell
As Venus steps from her nacreous shell.
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Comments: 23
I love the way you've structured this beautiful Etheree. Brilliant how you've taken us from the phenomenon of the seas and brought us into the realm of the beauty of Venus, whether she be the mythological Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, or the planet itself. Truly a stunning, mother-of-pearl write, my friend.
One hundred sighs
And a poetry prize
As all realize
How high your artistry flies
Congratulations, Mike, on a very fine write!
Hands down..congratulations! Dear.
word-hinge in it's full fledged sanctity emerging
out in-form of the imagery beauty ever
seen-thought of to behold pure !!!
comment you etched for my verse to win o'er love
for the language 'English dear friend !
Congratulations truly you win to capture pulsating
hearts' to stop at your stunning entry !!!