Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

though sweet leda flees
zeus the swan must have his way...
so the story goes

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pink and golden clouds
strolling dawn's art museum...
how i start my day

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night melts into day
nature's golds and royal pinks...
palette of the gods

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hear your sudden gasp
feel your body quivering...
for both our pleasures

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arching of her back
quivering body and limbs...
ululating cries

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when something happens
i think i should think of you...
you're already there

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no paint or powder,
eyes lips and kisses enough...
natural beauty

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playing lovers' songs
nature's rain beats symphonies...
snuggling melodies

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hug me with your wind
wash me with your healing rain...
earth be one with me

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close my eyes at night
in my mind you come to me...
the time you are real

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about to touch you
in night's dreams so exciting...
awaken too soon

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i'm in attendance
night's symphonic recital...
music of the stars

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Ancient wood joined
Aromatic cedar perhaps,
Made into a chair
Thousands of years ago
By some unknown
Unnamed craftsman.
I've worked that wood,
Know the feel and smell,
Identify with some
Forgotten carpenter than
The so famous Pharaoh
He served...
In that way...
We too are joined.

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Original poetry copyright by Donovan Baldwin
Leda E Il Cigno circa 1550 by Bartolomeo Ammannati

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By Donovan Baldwin

Did Leda only dream
Of the god who ravished her,
Or was there a man
Who had his way,
A story told later
To account for
Indiscreet activities,
Or perhaps it all was
Just a dream,
Evenings of lonely pleasure,
Morphed into mythology.

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petals in the breeze
touches such soft caresses
fingers lips on skin

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if we had good sense
were truly spock logical
we would not know love

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in dreams of leda
lover with the softest touch
a godlike rapture

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unlock your secrets
time to live your fantasies
and fascinate me

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wordless messages
so full of loving feelings
from my heart to yours

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carved from pure marble
lightly clad nymph emerges
seducing mortals

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reading the dark words
as the paper curls turns black
in orange flames

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center of the rose
so blushing with modesty
tickled to be seen

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my lady sculptress
molding me to meet her needs
putty in her hands

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she brushes my lips
with the softest of petals
honey fills my mouth

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Statue of Leda with the Swan (1500's) by Bartolomeo Ammanati

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