For Len
Your touch ripples me liquid
Swelling tides within
As whispers of miracles
Drop like pins
Summoning angels
Dancing a trance
Water moves through our low spots
Surging sighs
That ebb our flow
Until shores reemerge
Spent with foam
And soft sweet sleep
Evens our tide
Brenda Warren 2017
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You have wisely dumped the words that would have ruined this lovely mood.
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Such rich emotion you’ve put into this. Lovely.
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such a warm and loving poem
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Ooh, very rhythmic Brenda. I like how it flows.
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Beautiful poem, Brenda. Love the title, too.
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Heavens. You had me at the title. Just so gorgeous.
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Thanks, De. 💗
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Your beautiful ideas, congealed into words that “ripples me liquid”…. before me, behind me, above and under. As I read our words, I am surrounded by your thoughts,
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What a lovely comment. Thank you, Annell! 💗
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This is really lovely!
Come Whirl with me!
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Thank you, Keith!
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Lucky Len 🙂
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Lucky me, too! 😍
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Love this!
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Thanks!
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