sounds
the unique clicking and pressing
all things
against each other
the clever intimate grinding
a light intuitive noise
hardly waiting
gravel crunching
no fear
no hesitation
a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave
two forms meeting
a zen uniting
skin of one form beguiling
a tapping flickering
glance
a crisp connection
fleeting
a clandestine romance
kissing
peeling off
swiftly departing
no investment
perfect union
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I must re blog this beautiful piece of poetry by Leroy Watson, I am deeply touched and humbled xxxx
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Dedicated to Arna, the wonderful Silver Poet, who’s first poetry book is available. Arna is a beautiful poet and superb artist. I feel very lucky to have Arna in this blogsphere and multi-dimesional mystery –
“I deeply love and believe we are not a multitude at all, but one massive beast of pure conscious awareness.” The Silver…
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