Navy Blue Skies

Ah, still on the stars theme I see.  Can't help feel the sharp stars of memory every time I read about yours.  Love the ending..."Swallowing the sunrise"... portrays all the light of our world as only minute among her collection of brilliance... that is beautiful.

Michael

Not so much stars, but the universe or nature. I don't think of stars as sharp, but more as a unifying element. I think the constellations help pick up that quality well as they are linked by some other force. But I am glad you like the line about the sun rise. And you saw more than I realized at first writing. Very sharp of you to discover that. Thank you for the read and comment.

I'm awed by this DPW.  I take it that your rage is contained at the break of day, possibly by a lover.  "And go peacefully into the light."  A fine end to a fine poem!

Thank you Crow, you flatter me. Indeed, the morning calls from night as it wakes me to life. Always appreciate your reads and comments.

I agree. Followed by coffee. But I like how you word it much better than I could. Thank you Taryn.

dpw I would have never known that you wrote this> it is so tender and beautiful> the other side of the coin.
Really enjoyed it.
Keith

I appreciate your comment knot. It's nice I can surprise people. Hehe. This was a tender poem indeed. I am glad you enjoyed this.

it's a dynamic color for the sky - heaven's rage...

Thank you John for stopping by and commenting. It is a beautiful natural color.

"Navy blue skies
Offer her twinkling fingers"   <~~ must have faves here [hmpft!] ... gorgeous and brilliant, truly.

"As I mushroom to awareness" ... /to/... "On the soft dewey stems"
~rich sexy details of the sensual compulsion/pull of raw elements. So..um.. aware that you are bumpin' erotica
up to elegant~embracing status in this? ;) I see both light and dark blending/giving-taking to make ~stunning.

From here ~~> "The opening skies" to here ~~> And go peacefully into the light."
~reads so smooth, as --beginning/ main event/ encore-- in one solid sate. the draw and linger is a touching end,
like being held in stellar abandon. *swooning stanza, darlins

Methinks you've been Majorly holding back this wicked lined romanticism ..is a heart~gasp on its own!
your sky captures are so deeply stimulating and soothing at same time, pure lovelies that power the appeal
of 'deeper than night' color bursts.
w/ awwes, oh's & poetry sighing,
~d

Ahh m'darlin and your ever-lowering curtsey's. I had a feeling you would like this one. I was certainly aiming at a more elegant style of erotica as you noted. I noticed my style changing here and there as my experiences become enriched that gives me more perspectives of the waking world. As always, love your thorough comments that I look forward to. Thank you.