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image Peter Gertner - Crucifixion from google dot com


I thirst - is what was said by him
Mighty enough, waters to part
Holy though earthbound walking
Messianic mission ever fulfilled



rain drops remain the sickle moon 's thirst for wholeness again



thirsting awhile -
the liquid yearns of my soul
meanders



another hot day
my thirst surrendered -
froth of golden beer



There once was an aunt named Quin
Who drank till her antennas grew thin
Of honey so sweet
And curds so meek
Her thirst for a waistline so slim



IXORA
The ixora blooms drink to their delight,
From the wettness in seasons of the rain;
Their little umbrella faces bereft of strain,
Resplendent in interludes of sunlight;
I linger a while to write, a tribute if i might,
To your now iterative state, and feign
Jealousy, to compliment your splendor again;
Radiant reds, oranges, and yellows bright,
A common place blooming, a beautiful sight;
No place in legendary courts to regain,
For never have you lost your plebeian reign;
A threadbare glory remains your right;
Seen here and there never out of sight;
Still my delight, beautiful ixora you remain
['IXORA' - publication credit: page 9, Pink Crush; 2011 authorHOUSE]

--gillena cox

revisit
Scorching Hot
hot days
awakened



i am blog hopping today at Poetry Jam the prompt is "thirst"