She sang in silence
beneath the whisper of breath.
Her fingers in song traced
these urned lips, letting tips
leave salty memories for my tongue.
The deep rich earth held root --
branches angled grace burst in blossom.
She runs ashore, the sand yields
then, lets the waves steal
memories. She glints, then sparkles
against the ocean’s toss of white
chrysanthemums at feet. The cloth --
wrapped -- drapes to follow the grace,
contrast texture of skin full of sun.
She splashes against me.
Joy cupping my cheeks, lips
bud then bloom. We slip, glide
catch tongues bright fire
hearts’ beat finds common pulse
tattoo us with rhythm. We feel
borders surrender, become fresh waves --
celebrating us being awash then, in flood.
Feed the spirit ambrosia, pool in each other’s heat.
Union, meld we tangle touch
sight till senses sated our bellies full
we become one in the days last blossom
carried into our partner’s dreams on the owl’s wing.
4:53 PM
May 26, 2007
Newington VA
Author notes
Again to touch her, I must surrender words
In a list
A contest entry
- saturated by unraveled.
525 points, ended May 31, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I initially clicked on this as I love owls and all they are symbols of, I even go by 'wingedtiger' on my blog. Anyway, this is quite unique, it has almost a free flow thought process in places then it steps back to craft deliberate romantic imagery. The word 'urned' was totally new to me, but I like how you made it work. Now I'm off to find The Hush as I see from comments that they are a pair!
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This is so full of being overwhelmed and riding the wave of love and its first fresh scents and caresses. I had an image of greek urns for lips, the shape and arc and it became a vowel to let me roll it in without explanation. I am glad you enjoyed this. If you enjoy linked poems I have to lists "Seasonal Quatrain" four poems. and "The Mountain Flows to the Sea" five poems. Thanks for your kind words and insights. Love Tom B.
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NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!
No wonder you won gold for this enchanted, imagery, awesome vocabulary filled piece of poetic royalty. I love it.
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Thanks. This is the second half a pair. The first one is The Hush.
I am fortunate to win gold. There are so many great poets on this site. I am humbled by your compliments.
Peace and Love, Tom B.
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very dreamy and deep I owuld have to read this again for more understanding very thought provoking. Keep penning
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This is part of my study on Silence and touch.
Glad you enjoyed. Love, Tom B.
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Very beautiful, a lot of the time there are no words to be had. Amazing write, thank you for sharing.
whisper
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this and The Hush are both studies in Silence. They belong together. Thanks for taking the time to share how this touched you. It is a wonderful way to share joy. Love Tom B.
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ah, but passion is the sweetest surrender. I love the word usage in this,and it just seemed to flow from beginning to end. great piece.
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thanks for enjoying my romp. I love the lyrical montage. Thanks for sharing the joy you received.
Tom B.
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BREATH TAKING
I found myself holding my breath...this is just lovly my friend...deep sensual desire carried into our partner's dreams on the owl's wing...Love how you used the owl's wings, for they fly on silent wings, so this love is carried ever so softly...O' wonderful and thanks for sharing
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We are blessed when we carry our love into our sleep and peace for then they are truly the well springs of our joy. Love,Tom B.
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Wow~ thats a hot hot hot poem~ it's very sensual.... Great job~ good luck in the contest!
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Thanks
Love, Tom B.
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-wipes tears-
I could not give the proper words on the comments section of this poem... No matter what I say, could it ever diplay the beauty of it, as it so deserves???
I adore the sheer passion of this. It is almost as if each touch is perfected, and each kiss is planned.. yearned... fought for.. and memorized.
Ahh... I feel swept away by your words here. If I had a man to write this poem for me, I would fall over in his arms... and beg to be his forever. You were, are, and always will be the MASTER OF TOUCH!
Love you always and forever,
MEl
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This one grew, it took me awhile to find the last line. But it is out of the Silence where listen for a small still voice. You may not have a man write this poem, but if you listen with out all the conversation about what he is thinking and what you are feeling, just be present ~ you will know when you meet him. Love, Tom B.
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This is one of the most amazing things I have ever read. While I read it I could hear it in my mind. It is simply stunning. I am at a complete loss for words. I will be bookmarking it for reading later.
becca
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Wonderful compliment. Really. I just ... well I am not sure what I did besides write this poem and touch someone with it. I am glad you enjoyed it. The loss of words is not permanent I hope.
Love, Tom B.
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I could imagine this and Hush being read out loud simultaneously, I don't know if you meant it that way but this is how it feels, and that they were meant to be enjoyed in spoken voice, maybe its because of the silence in both pieces, they seem to ask to be heard. Love, C
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You are wise
They are a pair. And yes, in reading aloud there are spaces that hold meaning and we must seek them, just as in life so in writing. Thanks for sharing to me how loudly these sang to you.
Love, Tom B.
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You take me to a world where all my senses are heightened and feeling refreshed. Even sometimes at my lowest point, you make me feel as if I can accomplish anything, even that "love" feeling...You blend and "meld" your lovely words with natures beauty and churn out this exceptional work! I love..." union, meld we tangle touch sight till senses sated..." splendid!
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Every time I think I have made one as rich as I can make it, along comes another one. We too often quit before we see how truly great we are. We can always go a little farther, do a little more. Glad you loved this.
Love, Tom B.
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thank you for the link...once again, it is imagery beyond "normal imagination". OOps , did I just call you "ABnormal"?This is kind of coincidental. About an hour ago I spent some time in my flowergarden trimming and pruning some faded flowers. They were not Chrysanthemums at my feet , but white rose petals and right next to where I was is my patch of heather [bluish-green]. It was at that moment that I was thinking of being at the edge of the small ocean waves and the rose petals were the small waves. Since in that particular spot I am surrounded by nothing but Nature's beauty it is very easy to get that momentary feeling of being in a land of "make believe"carried into dreams on owl's wing. And there is even no need for anyone to be anywhere close....after all it is a moment of imagination that can take us anywhereBEAUTIFULISCIOUSLY sensual with every word
much love
xoxoxoxoxoxo
reenie
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Far from the norm
In my 12 step program they used to say 80% of the world was disfunctional and that if that were true why would anyone want to be normal
This was one of my two silent poems. The other is The Hush
I love it when I can have my readers feel that all the world is a space of love and we can live in it if we share in it. For all of human cruelty (truly the anti -) This is my feeling of possiblity in the other direction. Glad to share joy and a world of wonder with you again.
I am the featured reader at a reading in Aug. you will have to come. Love, Tom B.
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Amazin. I really like the lines "urned lips, letting tips/ leave salty memories for my tongue" and "we feel/ borders surrender, become fresh waves"
You have excellent imagery and the tone is beautiful.
Feel free to edit up to the deadline.
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Thank you. I always re read after awhile and poke things around. Sometimes I even create an improvement Glad you like the imagery. I like to saturate the senses and show how full of love we can be. Thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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Spectacular Sensuality
What a beautiful title for such a vivid read in wonderful hues of passion.
"She glints, then sparkles
against the ocean’s toss of white
chrysanthemums at feet."
I could feel the white foam of the waves around my ankles, see two people so much in awe enjoying each minute they tango to the song of heated bliss. You have done it again, the only thing I miss is hearing you read it out loud...I know this one would take
women into utopia.
Thank you for sharing this one, I loved the read
supreme poetic works of the art....Novy
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This and "The Hush" belong together. I am sure you can see why. You picked my favorite image in this piece. I am glad you can feel the magic in this one. I will tell you how it reads when I go to my next open mic. Love, Tom B.
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