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I see the rise of misty dawn,
like an angel transpiring from darkness,
charismatic , she floats across-
the drifting clouds, pauses-
speaks to me in whispers.
unheard and far far from the serene bustle,
i am unmindfully sipping my tea,
in a dark, secluded spot,
cursed to this rising conundrum.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Lillian for hosting Poetics at dVerse. Also written in response to Day 3 of Na Po Wri Mo, where our prompt is to write a surreal poem. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
A place like that is what we all need… at least as way to rest.
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So well written Kitty
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Your poem is “like an angel transpiring from darkness,
charismatic , she floats across-
the drifting clouds, pauses-
speaks to me in whispers.”
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I want to be there.
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LOVE this take on the prompt and John’s beautiful photo. That first stanza is mesmerizing!
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What an absolutely stunning opening stanza! Love it, Aishwarya.
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This one is lovely! The rhythm just carried me along… ❤
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Beautifully mysterious.
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Thank you, Dora. 🙂
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