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Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall 



you
are the morning sun on my neck
and the moon
over my shoulder

am
i the maddest hot magician
of your rogue
imagination

you
are my true astrological
high and the
puller of my tides

i
ride the waves of your affection
balancing
physics and nature

you
are an unfinished blood sonnet
a night song
a prophet of rhyme

i
run without stopping to breathe in
catching you
as you turn away

you
remind me with the truest eye
such great love
is not a given

i
stand tall in the force of your truth
kiss your head
and leave you to go

Rene ~ March 10, 2013

For Magpie Tales, 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets

The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry
and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice
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  1. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 10, 2013 at 9:23 PM

    This is an amazing write, and a wonderful expression of real love. Wow.

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  2. Brian MillerMarch 10, 2013 at 10:17 PM

    am
    i the maddest hot magician
    of your rogue
    imagination...nice...and i ride waves of your affection...ha...cool...whole lotta cool love going on in this rene...

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  3. ClaudiaMarch 11, 2013 at 12:47 AM

    you
    are my true astrological
    high and the
    puller of my tides...ooohhh...NICE... really love the energy in this...dang it..fine write..

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  4. Kathy ReedMarch 11, 2013 at 3:08 AM

    Really nice...love your choice of words and your play on them gave the poem such vitality!

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  5. BerowneMarch 11, 2013 at 5:41 AM

    "The puller of my tides." Love defined...

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  6. Silent Otto March 11, 2013 at 7:05 AM

    Lucky bloke ! , wether he's corporeal or not , gday Rene

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  7. signed...bkmMarch 11, 2013 at 10:26 AM

    you my unfinished blood sonnet...lovely the ebb and tide of loving..bkm

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  8. Susan LindquistMarch 11, 2013 at 10:56 AM

    I am loving this take on love and passion ...

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  9. UnknownMarch 11, 2013 at 11:35 AM

    Wow! this is fantastic! it's like... funky! It's got a beat. very cool. well done.

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  10. Tess KincaidMarch 11, 2013 at 3:24 PM

    Quirky romantic love...

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  11. Susan AndersonMarch 11, 2013 at 4:42 PM

    Really cool and with a mind of its own.

    =)

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  12. Buddah MoskowitzMarch 12, 2013 at 11:44 AM

    So many great images here, loved the description and the action here. "Unfinished blood sonnet" was the choicest metaphor, IMHO. Loved this, Mosk

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  13. The Write GirlMarch 12, 2013 at 7:02 PM

    Thrilling, beautiful, and romantic. I enjoyed the style and flow of this poem as well.

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  14. ReneeMarch 12, 2013 at 9:51 PM

    This is wonderful! Each verse, just wonderful! I love so many different lines.

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  15. MargaretMarch 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM

    Love all the versus, but the first two are my favorite. You gave this a lot of thought

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  16. Carrie Van HornMarch 13, 2013 at 2:20 PM

    This could make anyone long for true love once more! :-)

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  17. hyperCRYPTICalMarch 14, 2013 at 5:06 PM

    This is beautiful love.

    Anna :o]

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  18. ~T~March 16, 2013 at 3:03 PM

    Great give and take, just like the sea...

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