Freshman - 505 Points (09/1965 / Australia)

One Dropp Of The Red Rowan.... - Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

My casual gesture is rising
The golden goblet overfllowed
With a cascade of words
To the mouth inexpressible
With a chalice of persistent thoughts

Like drops of blood marking the road
To the white summerhouse of dreams
Standing in the garden
Wrapped within the elaborate
Tangles of Jasmine and stranglevine creeper

Leading the purpose through the drawbridge
I am encouraging participation in Autumn change
Sensitive breath of the wind thats knocking with trees
And flying without the memory protracting
On the young green fields getting higher

It is beckoning rains of the coming storm
Over to myself with the lightning
The poet is writing with heart
Each with one dropp of the red rowan
And tenderness of longing is falling...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

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