To capture this transcendence in a line
is something I have often tried to do:
the tingle of a breeze along my spine
respiring beneath a sky of blue
enveloped in the prepossessing shine
which helps ignite the night we hurtle through
and knowing deep inside there’s still a spark
that won’t be overshadowed by the dark.
2 comments:
Hi Bob, Nice poem. Glad to be ruuning with you for Poet Laureatte of the Blogosphere.
Helen Losse
http://helenl.wordpress.com/
It come up as DeadMule because I'm the Poetry Editor there.
Hey congrats and thanks for stopping by. Hopefully I won't take any votes away from people that deserve it way more, such as yourself. Take care,
Bob
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