Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

When scarlet and gold

Of sunrise or sunset is just right,

I can smell a campfire,

Hear the cry of plaintive violins,

The claps and cries of the dancer,

As she whirls, her brightly decorated skirts

Flaring, sharing the exciting beauty

Of night, fire, music,

And her dance.

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By Donovan Baldwin
rest ballerina
how arduous your efforts
creating beauty

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ensnared by my words
bound by ardent poetry
willing submissive

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sunset's exposé
colorful production in
cinematic hues

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fore my yearning eyes
you pass aware of my gaze
and power you wield

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without touch i feel
without sight i can see you
always there for me

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written on my skin
poured into my thirsting mouth
your amorous words

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beneath the sky's fire
lit by sunset we ignite
bursting into flames

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beneath our blanket
we lovers perform our own
rising at the dawn

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poet i thought i
wrote you into existence
but learned you were real

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Most eclectic bookcase,
Built by my father into one wall,
Floor to ceiling with books
Literary guild,
Book of the Month Club,
Bible and Britannica
There I found
The old tattered book of poems,
Hunted Moby Dick,
Rode with the Musketeers,
And read of many troubles
I was too young to understand,
But, I learned at this school, this
Most eclectic bookcase.

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she sparkles glitters
a plethora of colors
my dancer of light

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Copyright March 2020 By Donovan Baldwin

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