This was written for the Monday Mural Prompt on Poefusion. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Your voice is a soft bed with clean
sheets. I can sleep in it. I can dream
in it. I could drift away in the sea of
your songs, the currents of your sonic
rivers.
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I’m a little late for Monday Mural, but the image was so inspiring…that I wrote this poem for it. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I would caress
her soft, painted back now
but I would ruin the art
before my hungry eyes
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Mahadev
Means “Great Lord” -
A Sanskrit pronunciation
Of the man
About to stand
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Red rocks stand in regiment lines
Against God’s painted skies;
For desert beauty my mind’s eye pines,
For canyons wrinkled like the wise
And grand rouge stands in childhood eyes.
His paintbrush dances on rocky faces -
I yearn for those exquisite places.
