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Wine In Goblets Served

Poem By Valsa George

I am a wanton butterfly.
With Aurora, I start my day
on viewless wings I float by
sucking honey from floral cups
I pace around hungry
never fully satiated

The blooms from which I drink
are not of a garden plot
nor of the open fields
or of the verdant meads
nor the ones hidden in dells
proclaiming their presence
with the fragrance they carry
perfuming the surrounding air

They do not grow on plants
in the dooryard of any house
never they dry up in the scorching heat
or wither with the passing of time

They are the poems
blooming in the fertile imagination
of the blessed bards of this site
They relieve me of my anguish
like balm applied on reeking wounds
They draw me in with the magic of their songs
rock me on a swing, lifting me up and down
sometimes they make me inebriated
as bubbling wine in goblets served

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Again this is more than extraordinary.......Valsa.......even when an infant, and in your cradle, you had a soul for poetry or else such a composition would have been impossible......Great imagination and great creativity....Full credit
They are the poems blooming in the fertile imagination A great poem on poetry.
hey, valsa! i enjoyed this. there are several phrases that particularly stand out- viewless wings floral cups balm applied on reeking wounds as bubbling wine in goblets served. i'm reminded that sometimes we see, we meet God in other people- the God who is Love. and if you haven't already read and perhaps commented on my piece, one poem, it's one i wrote with the poems and poetry in poemhunter in mind. glen
Like this lovely poem which brought me much delight Got all my senses tingling till the morning light Thank you wanton butterfly for this fantastic write
How poetry enriches the soul deeply...to read and to write. I flew with your butterfly seeking and tasting those poems...and I too have found the most precious of gems penned so exquisitely from your pen. Those poems that swing you from the highest beams or throw you into the deepest profound sadness and I understand the hunger that returns ferociously.
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