Awake Poem by Janet Budd

Awake

Rating: 4.0


Fitzgerald flooded in to end my night
Cradle song that put my dreams to flight.
A waking spell was cast, my visions caught
By sun bright arrows through a bow of light.

Mother stretched between the curtains wide
Declaimed in rhyme to stir my childish mind.
Words of amber, strung with silver thread
Slung tantalisingly across my bed.

So I awoke, reaching for the sky
A striving soul that heard the heaven’s cry.
I grasped the proffered perfect plenished cup
Then drank until the cup was dry.

Unwittingly my passion’s flame she lit.
Life’s liquor between parted lips she dripped.
Intoxicating blessing, drunken curse
Kissed carelessly by my mother’s verse.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melissa Pelletier 13 April 2009

You are a beautiful writer

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Corey Threet 10 April 2009

Wow I love how you write your vocabulary and word and sentence structure is excellent I wish I could write like that great write I really liked it. Again really great and remember. Spread Yourself! ! ! !

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