Curve meas the petal curves stem
and the candy curves cane
as lid to eye
and lip to smile
as nape into shoulder
as back before mane;
round your little finger
Curve me
as the horse on my carousel
Curve me
as the vine round the tree
as your fingers bee
before the naked window
under the steamed shower
over the bow of my rain
Curve me
as the morning curves the sky
as the stars curve the night
as fingers curve circles round cup
Curve me
your cheeks
natural as the egg's leg
Curve me
your walk
upon the chores
Curve me
my heart
into yours
8 comments:
This is beautiful.
Thank you Bel. :-)
Marvellous breathy quality to this post, murmured yearning, not spoken fluidly, but as though spoken, part by part, as the thoughts occur which lends an immediate and ongoing (persistent) tone thereto. Tenderly passionate, the phrasing is soo very charming, twining nature and love, perhaps the only two things that in loveliness and majesty can be compared. Apologies, for once again I must use the word simplicity, as always teamed with it's apparent counterpart, inventiveness, counterparts, inventiveness and originality, but the two (three) go hand in hand within your writing as only writers of a certain calibre are able, those that move naturally within the realms of truth and of beauty, divine simplicity, commanding beauty, those first seven lines, just to cite one set, are remarkable for all those reasons (mentioned).
Curve me
as the morning curves the sky
as the stars curve the night
as fingers curve circles round cup...
...Curve me
my heart
into yours
Absolutely delightful.
Trée,
Fabulous Image … Magic impression! It gives me the feeling to be teleport towards another world through the luminous ray.
What to say your poem?
Sensational… I envy your gift to handle the words with as much facility… to be inspired each time, with each image… to grant his reflection to him… It is of an ability which leaves me without voice.
Thank's Trée for this strange feeling to belong to another world.
Fabuleuse Image... Impression magique ! Elle me donne la sensation d'être téléporter vers un autre monde au travers du rayon lumineux.
Que dire de votre poème ?
Sensationnel... J'envie votre don de manier les mots avec autant de facilité... d'être inspiré à chaque fois, à chaque image... de lui accorder son reflet ... C'est d'une habilité qui me laisse sans voix.
Merci, Trée pour ce sentiment étrange d'appartenir à un autre monde !
Pierre, thank you for your kindness. My own cup is empty at the moment, running on batteries growing weak. I too would like to belong to another world. Kinda getting tired of this one. :-D
Ms Storm, I hardly know what to say anymore to your magnificent comments, which are works of art in and of themselves. You never fail to impress, to add a depth to the post I didn't know was there. Thank you. :-)
Very very nice.
Curve me... like a smile on my face from reading your poetry.
Touché my dear Jen-nay. :-)
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