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
![The Magic of Words [a poem]](https://i0.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/the-magic-of-words.jpg?fit=979%2C538&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
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![Lover is the Sun at Night [a poem]](https://i0.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/lover-is-the-sun-at-night-poem.jpg?fit=933%2C595&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
![Living [a poem]](https://i2.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/nature-poem.jpg?fit=1000%2C631&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
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