Sunday, 8 May 2011

Powder sky

The two vast oceans do collide outside
a land spread-eagled far before us lies.
Sky stretching arms beyond this reach out wide
as they embrace, a drawing for my eyes.
Clouds tumbling now across a powder sky
the sunlight deer are racing over hill.
My friend the wind is calling me up high
to dance he says would be the greatest thrill.
He breathes a playful song within my ears
a warm suggestion now he laughs at me.
His promise he will banish all my fears
if just I will release, my mind runs free.
I close my eyes so feeling soft caress
how does he always find a way to bless.
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19 comments:

  1. Peter Wilkin9 May 2011 at 11:28

    Beautiful, Abi ~ I love the way you have personified the wind.

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  2. PeterWesley'sBlog9 May 2011 at 13:19

    I can admire anyone who works within a classic form and does it so well. I have myself tried and not been able to grasp the power of language you have. Excellent!

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  3. The Linnet9 May 2011 at 18:19

    To the Peters!

    Thank you so much for both your most kind comments!

    To find the words Beautiful and Excellent under my newly hatched sonnet is something very special.

    I consider myself very fortunate to have found such good people to share my poetry with :)

    Abi

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  4. Claudia10 May 2011 at 22:12

    my friend the wind is calling me up high..i like that...a relationship which makes one fly and dance...lovely

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  5. Unknown10 May 2011 at 22:42

    i want to dance with the wind, too. lovely imagery :)

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  6. Brian Miller10 May 2011 at 22:48

    wow this is lovely...i love nature...and all that it brings...intimate...

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  7. dustus10 May 2011 at 22:55

    I detect subtle social criticism and really enjoyed your personification of wind, as a refreshing warm friend. Fine poem.

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  8. Beachanny11 May 2011 at 00:38

    An able and adroit sonnet written in perfect iambic pentameter. Good use of imagery and rhyme and an ecstasy of nature. There is color in the wind, and seduction in all of nature that you capture brilliantly here. Thank you so much, Gay

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  9. Bubba11 May 2011 at 16:06

    Seductive and soothing. Nice One Shot.

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  10. libithina11 May 2011 at 16:39

    'breathes a playful wind' .. to 'dance' .. 'caressed' ..
    Ohhh beautiful Abi .. as a breath of freshest air ~ Lib @Libithina

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  11. ayala11 May 2011 at 19:23

    I love it ... It feels so serene and magical!

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  12. Eden Baylee11 May 2011 at 19:56

    It's beautiful how you bring all the elements together—a very sensual piece.
    Eden

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  13. The Linnet11 May 2011 at 20:00

    I am almost lost for words...

    Thank you all so much for your wonderful comments!

    Gay, you made my day with yours, this is my first ever sonnet :)

    thank you again

    Abi

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  14. James Rainsford12 May 2011 at 19:24

    An accomplished poem demonstrating a sure touch and understanding of the beauty of the sonnet as a poetic form. Take these lines:

    "Sky stretching arms beyond this reach out wide
    as they embrace, a drawing for my eyes.
    Clouds tumbling now across a powder sky
    the sunlight deer are racing over hill."

    Simply perfect! Well done.

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  15. Quirina13 May 2011 at 21:02

    A beautiful sensory celebration in sonnet form of the Wind God. A gorgeous poem, Abi. Qurina x

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  16. The Linnet14 May 2011 at 12:09

    Thanks Quirina :)

    As my Sonneteering sister I am most honoured you find this gorgeous.

    I look forward to yours as well.

    Abi x

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  17. The Linnet14 May 2011 at 12:34

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    James Rainsford has left a new comment on your post "Powder sky":

    An accomplished poem demonstrating a sure touch and understanding of the beauty of the sonnet as a poetic form. Take these lines:

    "Sky stretching arms beyond this reach out wide
    as they embrace, a drawing for my eyes.
    Clouds tumbling now across a powder sky
    the sunlight deer are racing over hill."

    Simply perfect! Well done.



    Posted by James Rainsford to The Linnet at 12 May 2011 19:24

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  18. marousia14 May 2011 at 13:49

    This is a truly magical sonnet - keep writing them, you have a wonderful touch

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  19. The Linnet18 May 2011 at 22:02

    Thanks Marousia :)

    I am hoping I can write another one soon!

    Abi

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