Shrouds and Cloaks

Excited once more, a duet in verse with Hasty, over at HastyWords… Go pay Hasty a visit, you’ll find her own poetry, and writing, along with many other duets she has written with other poets.

 

City lights and space at night

 

Written by HastyWords and SeanBidd

Can you feel her breath beneath the city lights,
Out to walk the streets beyond the mile limits,
To touch her scent scattered within a fog’s drift,
Where her face shrouds cloaked in cold’s gasp…

Can you feel her eyes gazing down from the sky,
Peeking into shadows and along mountainsides,
To touch the dew that gathers in her loving caress,
Where her heart beats life into each blade of grass…

Can you hear her voice speak on a travelers wind,
Bending through the labyrinth between wattles wild,
To touch her sounds living while leaves listen bold,
Where her feet pass murklins to a sunflower’s hold…

Can you hear her whisper like an embers glowing flame,
Radiantly torching the dark with a forgiving amber heat,
To touch the night with a piercing compassionate burn,
Where her lips swallow sight where the shadows yearn…

Can you see her roam where the waking tread water,
Far above a stilted forest moments’ blue shallow crush,
To touch her apparition’s reflection amid each rivulose,
Where her hair cascades across slow swift rendezvous’…

Can you see her rise over vaulted skies of colored glass,
Watching her eternity twinkle where only mysteries grace,
To touch the magical collective she has bundled you within,
Where her eyes hold yours every time you gaze into space…

15 responses to “Shrouds and Cloaks

  1. Kudos to you two! This is sweet — all of it. It’s a tight race to pick my favorite. But here they are:

    “To touch her scent scattered within a fog’s drift…” <<An osmotic movement explained in a poetic way.
    &
    "Can you hear her voice speak on a travelers wind…"<<I tend to think that there is someone out there…watching as I travel
    &
    "Can you see her rise over vaulted skies of colored glass,
    Watching her eternity twinkle where only mysteries grace,
    To touch the magical collective she has bundled you within,
    Where her eyes hold yours every time you gaze into space…"<<Breathtaking!

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  3. Wow. The two of you did an exceptional job. A lot of powerful emotions. I get a great sense of longing, looking over vast distances that seem impossible to cross. Very well done!

    • Thanks JD! I’m always lost in travellers thoughts, its vast capacity to never end, and Hasty is so connected with what she explores while writing. We both write in quiet different ways that seem to come together well in a unique sense inside the shared writing experience. Thank again!

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