Sunday, February 1, 2015

the saint on old rag

not far from Rome rumors grow legs and run,
Folks at Florence walk naked at night,
Because Hazel is hot about Crimson,
the way Lightening matches Thunder.
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Night sky winks,
Romancing with Himalaya mountain peaks,
The Saint on old rag thinks of Virginia monks,
cutting dark clouds into icy chunks.
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the moon hides,
letting the shooting star do space dance,
the Saint closes his eyes,
Fancying his childhood sweetheart from France.


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to another poet who blogs and compose beautiful poetry,
good luck,  ....Kodjo Deynoo Poetry (K.D.P) An Impressionist Poet  and
 Jeanne Elena Owen-Mihaltses Henneberry 
 




Mountain Peaks of India

19 comments:

Nancy Beebe Goolsby Tramel Perry said...

lovely mountain view.

Madeline Terry Camille Nat Brownback said...

wonderful.

A.B. Thomas said...

Fantastic

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

wonderful...amalgamation of thoughts

Larry Hasty Wendy Stanley Wojcicki said...

lovely.

Roessel Morton Celeste Nicholas Thornton said...

terrific.

Catie Mead Williams Handcock Robinson said...

fabulous imagery.

laynie Gosney said...

this entertains.

Abigail Michael Boyle Blount Fallin said...

wonderful.

Skylar Whetstone Hayley Bollag Romney said...

nice one.

Malia Craig Tagg Lawrence Page said...

wonderful.

Roxanne Burns George Arrington-Hans said...

nice one.

Kora-Leah Meet Faust Wilson said...

good job on Saint of old rag.

Jeanne Elena Owen-Mihaltses Henneberry said...

what beautiful story.

Mary Bruce Leopold Holm Reed said...

love the title,
awesome imagery.

Linda Eugenia Denise Brin Korbetis said...

powerful energy there.

Marcie Barack Lankford Ramsey Constantin said...

wise.

Alex Dissing said...

This took me to a peaceful place. Nice write.

Stephan Peter Carl Victor Hudson said...

cool...