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Brushwork in the Bridgeport Eve
By lupus tenebrae
Auburn; strands steeped
in
Star-light, the
Hazy flecks of cosmos
Like brushwork in the Bridgeport
Eve, the soft of
Your timbre dances
Dulcet in my head
As a jasmine-tinged echo in the
Whist grey of my brain.
Night's veil dissipates with
Fast-fleeting yesterday
And your radiance
Recedes to dream, like the wet
Remainder of a once
Indomitable sea in attempts to
Enrapture me with the vestige of its
Royal-blue waves.
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Copyright 2016 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
An acrostic piece written for a special someone as their belated Easter present, I hope she likes it.Awards
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On Thursday, November 23, 2017, Just Dave
(457)
wrote:
So eloquent. Writing with such eloquence is something that eludes me. Great poem. JD
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On Sunday, April 17, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Wonderful piece, my friend! I hope she liked it and something quite scandalous will result. : ) Ciao, T/S
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On Tuesday, April 5, 2016, soul_versing
(882) wrote:
Extraordinaire vividness with a delicate calming. You bring forth a balance to the world around you. Gorgeous sonnet... . -Bows
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On Sunday, April 3, 2016, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Yessir Wolfie, redheads can definitely have that effect on us. Lovely reminiscence and the night-blooming jasmine will never be that sweet again, cheers! - Dan
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On Sunday, April 3, 2016, blue
(1454) wrote:
Definitely poem of the day, for me. This 'she' will certainly be taken by this. ~b
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