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    Our Senses


    I saw their reflection on the glass lake
    Gracefully dancing, floating in mid air
    Lulled by hazy sleepy skies as they break
    Shimmering beauty tenderly declare

    I heard angelic rustling through the trees
    Carrying secret whispers of untold lives
    Begging for silence, this moment to seize
    gone as quickly as it softly arrives

    Floral and musk fragrance fill the senses
    melding into indistinguishable
    delights, tearing down human defenses
    soothing til it's inextinguishable


    Seeing, hearing and smelling such beauty
    beckons gratitude not as mere duty

  • #2
    Hello AlexandratheLate, The senses overawed as is the reader when beholding such poetry. You compose exquisitely and do so with a beautiful awareness and graciousness. A splendid sonnet indeed. Regards, Tony.

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    • AlexandratheLate
      AlexandratheLate commented
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      Thank you very much Tony. I really appreciate such gracious comments.

  • #3
    Makes perfect the senses to me! And to add Alexandra, I find in life, the sense of smell is terribly underrated. Enjoyed this immensely!

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    • AlexandratheLate
      AlexandratheLate commented
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      Thank you very much Bobby my friend - I pray you and your family are recovering from your loss.

  • #4
    I agree totally with Tony on this one - a delight for the senses Alex. I marvel at your ability to place words 'just so' to elicit such visceral response. Lovely indeed!

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    • AlexandratheLate
      AlexandratheLate commented
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      Thank you very much Paula. I appreciate your lovely comments.

  • #5
    Thank you very much NY for the like.

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    • #6
      You rhymed 'indistinguishable'? Strewth! Six syllable words seem to me like the north face of Everest. I imagine this feat of rhyme might have won a round of applause at a tavern full of Tudor blades. A bravura sonnet, Alexandra, conjuring lushly.

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      • #7
        Thank you very much Grant for your praise. It means a lot.

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