your body in the middle
of mine
is a thrust
of colour
my blood
understands:
a poinsettia, high
on its stalk,
rapt and red
-- and winterless
Author notes
A poinsettia is also known as a "winter rose".
In a list
A contest entry
- Metaphorically Speaking - Again by Lyrical Soul.
400 points, ended July 28, 2007, 2 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"a thrust of colour" what a line..dig it.
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I am back to this piece to think about it... and to sigh...
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One word! SPECTACULAR poetry! Great write again! Yu never fail to amaze me...
~Namita
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Whenever I want to read classy erotica I come to you, you're flawless, it seems to come naturally, just flows freely out of your mind!!!
Incredible!
Maria
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Maria, thank you. This one came out just the way I wanted it and I'm happy that you considered it "classy erotica"
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If It wasn't for ski season I sould want to live forever in such a season...but alas...my slats are waxed and ready wands anticipated breath to look at itself
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Absolutely a beautiful and graceful poem. You definitely deserved gold for this piece!
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Thank you!!
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I'm most impressed with your use of line and space to suggest that there is more going on than the mere words can describe. Good metaphor.
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Whew, stunning imagery, lovely work my friend
always my pleasure to read. I tried to keep one of those pointsettia's alive after seasons end and it didn't quite make it Lovely, ~Tia
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oh my... this is encredibly sensual
what an awesome metaphor and an incredible way to describe such a sensation... amazing comparison...
I am speechless...
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Simple & Beautiful
I said it all in my verdict. LOL I was born in Dec. so the Poinsettia is my birth flower and I love roses. So this poem was special to me. Thank you for sharing.
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Very pretty
I didnt know that but its lovely and worth remembering
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Very interesting piece - open to individual interpretation - always love that! Congratulations on a well deserved win. Will be keeping an attentive eye on your work in the future!
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beautiful piece
love the metaphor and imagery
keep writing
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As always the way you paint passion and flowers, and entertwine them as one thing...is amazing. Come Solstice I will view Poinsettias differently, with a smile.
Thank you for always sharing such passionate art.
Billie Jean
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A VERY GOOD PIECE
an interesting choice of flowers to use as your subject this is well written thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest -
Beautifully written. So vivid in your description and captioned in blood red tones. Absolutely wonderful piece!
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God... you are just amazing, and with such a beautiful way with poetry and words... what else can I add... ???
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Red starfire summers...Karlienblom. Such headiness remind me of lovely red amaryllis, too.
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Very interesting. A rather unusual form, though not at all in a bad way. Many times when I read poems like this I find myself very unimpressed and bored, but this is not half-bad. It is actually pretty good. Very passionate and full of emotion.
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Amazing.
I used to work for a company in their purchasing department and was lucky enough to be involved with buying of flowers and plants from all over the world - Genistra from Italy, Roses from Holland and Columbia... and Poinsettias from Canadian greenhouses (mostly). Ironic that it's such a lovely tropical flower and associated with winter like it is.
Thanks for bringing this wonderful image to us here as it really is such a tremendous vision - regardless of the season it blooms. tremendous metaphor and imagery in general, as always...
Kim
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Kim, thank you once again. I know that poinsettias are also called Christmas Stars - they are quite frequent here in SA too (in Afrikaans we call them "Karlienblom")
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Excellent
Very well done. A wonderfully written and descriptive poem. Congratulations on your gold.
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Lovely Nic...here poinsettas naturally bloom in July...they are forsced in nursuries to bloom in December....but when you plant them they go back to their natural cycles...so they are indeed winterless...loved the last line
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Thanks, Rich...yes poinsettias are also called "Christmas Stars" - and in Afrikaans we call them "Karlienblom"
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interesting, the way you built us to a poinsetta, then robbed us so pointedly of what would come next inthe line of the thoughts...it was beautiful how you put your proverbial hand out and said 'here we are.' And it wasn't really where we were, but rather the way we came. And we came here through rapture.
Powerful. Very nice.
Again, I extend to you the Octavio Paz comment. I am struck by how much this and the last one resemble his soul, at least in the words.
I. envy. you.
Nick -
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Thank you so much, Nick....again you bring a big smile to my face. I simply love Octavio Paz's work - and Neruda's
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Ah yes...there are sighs all over this page. I love the way this started, your body in the middle of mine and then the "thrust of colour". Simply amazing and the ending of "winterless", oh there are some very strong images there. The sighs of true lovemaking. This is exactly what I was looking for. A perfect use of the prompt. Roses at your feet Thank you for entering our contest.
~Lyrical
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Thank you, Lyrical - I'm glad you liked this flower. Thank you for the inspiration too
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Your words flow beautifully in this poem. A very powerful visual is drawn.
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Absolutely brilliant use of metaphor!
I've never had much luck with pointsettia's, always manage to kill them well before Christmas
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LOL, Jersene...thanks for the smile and the lovely comment!
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wildy sensual, delicately beautiful .. just like a flower.
elegant writing
bb
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Thank you, bb... of course you know your flower(s)...
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whooaaah... mama
now ain't that summat purddy for santa eh?? winter thrusting and all that ho ho ho...
fill yer stockings lass... errmmm sorry... i've gotten a little carried away
ermmm
tis very beautimous this Nicci...
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LOL, Gilly...winter thrusting and ho ho ho....hehehe
. Thanks, my friend
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i am a very bad girl.... send me to a cellar, preferably filled with wine
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That sounds good (the bad girl part)...and for your man you can say "you're a bad boy...go to my room"
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hehheheheheh
you know me to well
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you truly are a beautiful soul.
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"your body in the middle
of mine
is a thrust
of colour"
and this would be why you are one of my favorite poets...
damn, is all I can say....lol...damn
I LOVE this!....
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"a thrust
of colour
my blood
understands"
Geez, Woman. Neruda only WISHED he could write like this. Sheer, sultry, unadulterated brillance. Good luck in Robin's contest...everybody else. Vlindertjie
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You really have a way with images. I love how you make up what seem like fragments of thought and polish them so beautifully together until they are such an expressive poem. And the winter rose is indeed a great symbol. To me it speaks about going on and trusting yourself and nature or love even during hard times. Very nice.
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your best work nic- this is absolutely brilliant
m
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Beautiful, your words always touch my heart. Wish you luck in the contest!
~ Nicholas ~
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Beautiful with an underlying passion reminiscent of Neruda, love the last image created by "winterless"
Wonderful writing...
al
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Soft, serene, and sensual. Craftmanship above par, as always.
Bravo my dear friend!
Best of luck in the contest.
>>>VIRGOAN
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You bring sensuality and softness to a new level in this, it makes me shiver delightedly upon reading it. It is so beautiful Love, C
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Reminds me of another poet's works I love to reade, Mr. Neruda would even be impressed I am thinking. This is such a beautiful poem Nic, bring red into a winter on the other side of the sun. wonderfull
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pure genious..
" is a thrust
of colour
my blood
understands:"
This is perfect.
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Poinsettia reminds me of Christmas time and winterless love... so nice, so nice, poetry and words dense, read and heavy like a blood is dropping down your paper.
~Sonja~
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Absolutely outstanding penmanship,the poetess has a majestic command of metaphor,this is how it is used to optimum effect-regardless of-yet because of,the poetess marries the metaphorical to the physical and creates unbridled passion with panache,how many ways is it possible to adore,appreciate and be satiated by your poetry? In every way!
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Complete, with a red background. Excellent!
Joe
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