tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post2074870250802502244..comments2023-03-23T02:36:29.701-07:00Comments on Poetry: not a dirty word: un-red valentineVivian aka Deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18438493107661646979noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post-42091795422168737562009-08-17T06:18:40.545-07:002009-08-17T06:18:40.545-07:00whew! Now this is why I fell in love with poetry....whew! Now this is why I fell in love with poetry......you rock my world.<br />Thank you, Joe. : )Vivian aka Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18438493107661646979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post-20191847307346690272009-08-17T05:39:47.743-07:002009-08-17T05:39:47.743-07:00Summer storm
Stalking her poems with my eyes
sipp...Summer storm<br /><br />Stalking her poems with my eyes<br />sipping my hot coffee with a smile<br />admiring the softness of her quill<br />and the hunger in her fiery words.<br /><br />A storm was brewing,<br />as lightening flashed in<br />my electric blue eyes<br />and thunder rumbled<br />through my bones.<br /><br />With words of dawn<br />that glow like candles<br />her warmth burned<br />through my mind<br />like a wildfire blazing<br />through a dry forest.<br /><br />Setting my heart afire,<br />burning my skin with her<br />poetic skill that penetrated<br />my veins with the rhythm<br />of her words that now held<br />my thoughts captive.<br /><br />Oh but if your lips<br />would come to rest<br />where your words<br />now reside… come<br />through the shadowed<br />tunnels of my dreams<br />to where reality sleeps.Tin Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14753445802840246063noreply@blogger.com