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Re: An Ode to PinkQuote: Originally Posted by ta An Ode to Pink Taronis – ‘00 A wisp of air with a familiar scent I pick this bouquet so fragrant Of fresh and ripe and full of juice Carried on pink-scented winds A flower spread, drips with dew A soft caress, a touch, so moist A singular spot amid the pedals A cherry rose amid the tangle Odor fervent and full and musk Senses tingle at her dusk Pedals open, this fire rushes The touch, the feel, the wetness All the perfect sites are pink Gives a lad some cause to think Into this fen his soul to sink Of her nectar so to drink Splendor, rapture incarnate In this space so inviting A rose garden so enticing What wonder, so full and rich! Very nicely done, Ta! This is a wonderful 'Ode to the garden of Eve'. This is a very sensual way of expressing the feminine body, and the pleasures that await those who dare to peruse it's gardens. Thanks for sharing. I really enjoyed the imagery, and the masterful subterfuge. Got a 10 from me. Marcus |
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Re: UPA Challengw for all invitation for the groupHaiku poem posted in response to Challenge: What do you see. |
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Re: UPA Challengw for all invitation for the groupWhat exactly is the UPA? I'm new to Original Poetry and I'm trying to learn all I can about the activities I can participate in. Please enlighten me? I'd also welcome any and all friends. There's so much talent here, I feel priviledged to be in such great company! Please read my 1 poem, I probably need some constructive critism. Thank You, dustydai |
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Re: UPA Challengw for all invitation for the groupColorful Haiku |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.