Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Satin Spoon - Dec. 14, 2010



Satin Spoon

A curve of satin sits idly beneath a sight so deeply moved
Amid the stillness of a hope that longs to rise
The moon smiles down, as if he approves
A dream pursued by the eyes

The softest sound takes flight in a voices sweetest tune
In a misty stream of pale moonlight
Hands are clasped in a curving spoon
A taste of hope in sheer delight

Thrilled hearts sigh, dreaming of a blissful hour
Weep with joy as their wonder shows
The perfect bloom of a dream filled flower
A curve of satin did bestow

Hope shines in the misty moonlight, on the sweetest tune
A constant vigil in a dream pursued tonight
Swells inside two hearts which spoon
Deeply moved in their delight

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

9 comments:

  1. "Amid the stillness of a hope that longs to rise", sublime!

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  2. Amid the stillness of a hope that longs to rise
    -love that line. The beauty of hope can not be surpassed. Lovely, my friend.

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  3. A daily pleasure to read your poems.

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  4. “The softest sound takes flight in a voices sweetest tune” This is my inspiration, this line is my love. Well done, and Thank YOU!

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  5. Some sound description here - a very uplifting piece, if one lets it in. Beautiful work! Amazing what an image like the above can stir another person, in turn, to create...

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  6. Of course the moon smiles when he looks down here !

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  7. The satin in her softness and the moon and his smile give the reader so much to take in and enjoy in this poem Neva

    Moonie Smiles (sometimes the Moon is a she :)

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