Streams of raven clouds bend low
through a slice of crescent glow,
into guarded boughs below,
I run to your embrace.
Thickened dewdrops wet my skin
weigh upon breath’s waiting grin,
mesmerize my soul within,
I linger ‘neath your wings.
A song forlorn the sky reveals
a muted rhythmic secret sealed,
Heaven’s lament, abandoned zeal,
I kiss away your tears.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
Your pictures are as delightful as your words … where do you get them?
Thank you kindly. Most of the images were photographs which I then digitally manipulated to look like paintings. 😊
Very clever, have yet to learn about digital editing of photos … I really like them.
Thank you! 😊
I like “through a slice of crescent glow,” and “a muted rhythmic secret sealed,”
Reblogged this on philosophicalpen and commented:
One of those piece that jolts your inner human and lends him a pen to write.
Reblogged this on esremmus and commented:
A wonderful poem from PhoebeMD
I love this!
Thanks! 😉
Your artistry is as beautiful as your heart…
Thank you for your kind words, Michael. 🙂
This is lovely.
Love this………..beautifully penned!
Pam
Thanks Pam! 🙂
What a wonderfully sensitive piece of writing. Loved it 🙂
Thank you, Colin 🙂
Wonderfully written!
hugs chris
Thank you Chris 🙂