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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4075 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Poet’s Garden Zephyr Mine is a wilderness garden. I plant seeds of inspiration and renewal. Tread the dark rich soil of fertile imagination, in moments of paroxysmal madness, return to source, a temple, gripped by roots of ancient woodland. Here I feel my way, ever expanding, intuition floods me in reddened waves. I peer through vinaceous mists of dawn, drink tomorrow's sun, captured in each drop of dew, that hangs on nature's tussie mussie planting. I pick a posie of words, on which each dewdrop holds the sun. I am a snake, the sun's close bosom friend, eyes of a predator, I uncurl, writhe in hunger for new language to digest, I slough off old skins, sidewind across a rainbow bridge that spans uncharted land. Here I transform in auditory form, become a wild exotic. |
