Bout-Rimes
Comes it fleeting, like a butterfly
Elusive to the touch as steam,
Leaving my fervent heart to cry;
Safer this, enjoyed as a dream.
Therein the fragrance of her peppered hair
As we lay beside the limpid lake
Listening to the nickering mare
Knowing, wishing to be late
These dreams and images, but a test
Within my fervid heart to create
A tangled, mind numbing mess.
These racing thoughts do not sedate.
They force the wakened mind to scheme;
Limbs entwined, twisted wicker.
Labels: bout-rimes, Poefusion
posted by rel at 9:52 PM
10 Comments:
good use of wicker.. that is the one that kept me from posting mine.....
Remi this is a great and creative post.
the bout-rimes words work so well, I almost forgot they were not your words. sounds like a sweet dream
You turned those words into so much more than they were!
Your words softly flow around like a magic dream.
Gemma
Good morning dear Rel:-) Hope this finds you happy and healthy!! Always a pleasure to catch up with you and read your wonderful poems and such. You always leave me in awe with the way you have with words. I just read your poem regarding your dad...truly amazing and from the heart. xox
Nickering mare, that's great. I love what you did with these words. You've made this such fun. And, what a beautiful dream. I am sure you did not want to wake from this one. Have a nice day.
This is great! Love the entwined lomb like wicker.
It's interesting to see how the end words triggered other similar words in each of these poems I read, but with different poetic results. Yours is a lovely romance.
I've been catching up on your Poefusion poems and I'm really impressed. I'm loving all the poetry blooming here in blogland.
Have a relaxed weekend! XXOO
Once again, your poems are perfect for the prompts.
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