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Illume


Soft clouds hanging freely from the sky,
my eyes embedded into the cotton-soft bay,
roving flower scents holding on to sweet pollen
and wild carnation battling with rose...

In the middle of my palm
a small, four leaf clover,
you said... you found it again...
sending down my spine a river of warm shivers
carving its bed down to the bottom of my bones.

I miss you.

My lips ravenously looking for yours to bind with
like blurred rays of illume
forever connected
to old fashioned scents of golden quinces.

I close my eyes to summon all shapes,
letters, words, wrinkles, touches,
your head indent on the pillow, your voice... you
...they all find shelter in that private book,
between the pages of what I affectionately call
my... lume.

Author notes

POM

This is an anonymous contest, please do not mention my name. thank you.

illume - light (Archaic)
lume - world
quince - fruit - the immature fruit is green, with dense grey-white pubescence which mostly (but not all) rubs off before maturity in late autumn when the fruit changes colour to yellow with hard flesh that is strongly perfumed.

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  • mimiagatha
    August 15, 2007

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    like a living being...

    that lonesome and sorrowful i miss you painted in the middle of this fairytale recount, like the heart of a living being, giving your poem that breath it needs to pick itself up and walk away from the paper


    • Sonja
      August 15, 2007
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      You are right, this poem breath its own life. Thank you for seeing the right light between my lines.
      ~Sonja~


  • crisstiena
    August 1, 2007

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    To me, there are few words quite so poignant as "I miss you" ...

    Did you add more lines after the contest ended?
    Nevertheless, this is a beautifully written poem straight from your heart. Well deserving of silver

    May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
    and find your shoulder to light on...

    ~ crisstiena ♦



    • Sonja
      August 1, 2007
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      Thank you crisstiena for your kind visit and comment. No, I didn't change nothing in this poem.
      ~Sonja~


  • Arkbear gold member
    July 31, 2007

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    Best read thus far ~

    Going to Finals with this ~

     

    Lovely Presentation ~

     

    Grammatical choices well chosen ~

     

    Theme most uncommon ~

     

    Imagery spilling out ~

     

    Vividness....felt as if I was there when you penned this ~

     

    Flow...smooth as silk ~

     

    Genre .....well versed ~

     

    The best to you ~

     

    Best read thus far ~

    Worthy of recognition and the POM!

     

    Bear ~


    • Sonja
      August 1, 2007
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      Thank you Arkbear for this nice shiny silver surprise.
      ~Sonja~

  • tara wilson gold member
    July 30, 2007

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    "My lips ravenously looking for yours to bind with
    like blurred rays of illume
    forever connected
    to old fashioned scents of golden quinces."
    I find your poetry so inspiring, I read it and want to write immediately, something, even if only half as good...lol....I love this...every line..


  • Myjoy gold member
    July 30, 2007
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    Oh this is just wonderful. I loved it from begining to end. WOW. Well done, well said!

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