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trees heavy with scent
hold the night up
with their hands,
and break
your scent in the dark hours
I try to remember the glow
of limbs, and your hands,
frangipanis of light
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thoughts of you are a whitish sound
of trembling, moons and moths
that keep hanging
as scarves for the wind
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there comes a time when the sap slackens,
when summer turns fall, and I
every flower falling from the umbel
of your fingers:
an anthology of touch, undone
and ungathered
IV
my hands now
are a scent through the night,
too slight to hold you
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A contest entry
- Image Contest by AJ Morelli.
700 points, ended August 23, 2007, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrite/new? by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended September 20, 2007, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nicolette,
Few times in ones life when what they can truly grasp, A feeling or a thought.
Far more precious than gold or a diamond..
This is one of those times for me.
Thank you so much for this share.
Take care
Love Peace
campanaro
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thank you for your most generous comments and support
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gorgeous poem
simply
utterly
fragrantly
nakedly
beauty full
warmly
appreciatively
kat
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These were a true joy to read. Each poem reached in and touched my heart in a very loving way.
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Jeff, thank you very much - I'm happy that you could take something from this poem
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Each of them are lovely.
You write with this soft voice that speaks so strongly. Your imagery is excellent and the beautiful and sensual feel simply envelops you. -
Stanza II was so unique and full of imagery.Am exceptional poem penned from the heart.
Helen
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wow.. so beautiful.. so sensual... so.. simple... and yet so full of images. and sad.. i feel like collecting your images into a sack and stealing them away..
beautiful..
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sighs...u ARE amazing...simply and gracefully crafted poem here! oh, gosh, how can one compete r try to imitate such beauty! you are not only Candy's new idol, you're mine as well!! simply beautiful!
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Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Such beauty... I'm speechless. I love your writes... so touching and awesome. AWESOME.
Candy
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there are so many moments to want to last forever in this poem. if we can identify with even just a few of them in one single moment, how perfect...
such poems as this are truly gifts in that we take those parts we can recall of our own and bring them to the forefront of our minds to 'feel' again as though we were so close to touch them.
lovely indeed.
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your hands also wrote this beautiful poem wonderful
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this poem is absolutely beautiful. your words create such a sense of tranquility and beauty, and sensual peace... the imagery is incredible, the structure and flow captivating! absolutely stunning!
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Beautifully written and an excellent use of metaphors in this one, no wonder somebody featured it. Good job...Scott
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Very nice, Nicolette
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One of the most beautiful pieces I have read. This was simply stunning, the imagery was so captivating! I could read this over and over again. I love this!
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Thank you so much, Kiran
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To remember all feelings like a precious puzzles of life... with the scent and light of love. What a nice way to do that with your vignettes!
~Sonja~
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As always the imagery of your words simply takes the breath from my lungs. I am awed, again, and think I always will be. This made me smile, and shed a simple tear as well. Not in sorrow, but at the beauty of it, tender on the heart. Love and light sis.
Billie Jean
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Thank you, Billie Jean..for the tear and the beauty..
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absolutely beautiful in that
saddening and stunning way that you have of phrasing things... this expression is beyond compare... it's loss that the reader is made to feel, but even that is not second hand as it is expressed on another's behalf... sympathy or empathy - whichever it may be, these are sincere sentiments directed from your heart to those of another, unspecified... it could be many... such a love, so all encompassing... I tried, as I read through, to find my favorite lines, but search as I might, they were all so wonderful that I could not choose only one or even only a few...
lovely love work, poetess!
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Oh yes, I knew this was bound for shinydom!
Congrats Nic (it's the reign of the vignette!) lol
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Your verse spills my heart to ache in wilder things to grow in notice, knowing that when winter spills her snow-white mantel...faith does restin cold embrace beneath the ache to laugh as lover...
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Well damn! When I read the title I was wondering what exactly is a "frangipani", and because it sounded so much like "panties" had really big expectations. Then, I read that wonderful conclusion to your first stanza/vignette:
"I try to remember the glow
of limbs, and your hands,
frangipanis of light"
and seeing references to limbs and hands, was CERTAIN they were a form of panties, apparently that glowed (probably white frilly ones, or hot pink). THEN I read the second stanza, and its alluring references to "thoughts of you are a whitish sound / of trembling," and I am thinking "ACTION!"
Of course then I read the third and fourth stanzas/vignettes, with their references to slackened sap and "an anthology of touch, undone," not to mention "too slight to hold you," and I am thinking "Wait! Wait! There's a missing vignette that falls between panties, trembling and slack sap that can no longer be held tightly that I want to read!"
THEN, just as I am about to ask where the missing fifth vignette is, I had the unfortunate idea of Googling "frangipani" to see what kind of underwear we're talking about and what do I discover? It's a lovely colorful flower related to oleander -- NOT my Victoria's Secret objet d'attention. Talk about a major disappointment!
So now I am left just noting that this is a gorgeous poem in which a lovely (albeit poisonous) flower is used as a metaphor for love and sensuality, as well as the movements through life. Still, no panties (grumble grumble).
So, you owe the world a Victoria's Secret poem now, Nicolette, due to the blatant false advertising
Seriously, as is always the case, this really is marvelous as so many others noted.
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A whole thesis on "frangi-panties" lololol !! I'll send this comment to Victoria's Secret...they will definately offer you a job! Thanks for the smiles, Monte.
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a contender for sure, superb work...
al
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And thank you for providing the inspiration, Al...
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Absolutely stunning...impeccable imagery...just compliments the prompt perfectly. I definitely felt this poem. Good luck in the contest, though I don't think you'll need it
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Nic, I have no idea what a vignette is but I've been seeing that "term" around lately. If this poem is any indication of what that poetry form is, them I'm in love with it Lovely images throughout all of this. Loved your opening line and your ending one the best. They seemed to hug this poem...or string of poems? Beautiful, crisp clear images all the way through. Good luck in the contest.
~Lyrical
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You Missy, knocked me socks off! This was an eloquent and stunning penning! The emotions within have been brought to life with your words and your imagery is...outstanding. A golden pen spilled ink here! Whew Awesome work, my absolute pleasure to read ~Tia
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nice write miss NIC question tho...whats frangipani? my names OZ btw...making new friends some n im picking on U
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Hi oz! A frangipani is a tropical tree with very sweet smelling flowers. It seems not many people know these beautiful flowers
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How gracefully the poetess paints the beauty of missed togetherness as hallowed memories are scent,light,touch and being ungathered within the epitome of bliss,yet again the reader is made misty eyed,such rare and precious feelings relayed and reproduced by words that wend imagery and emotion with love and light,I read many poets that I admire for varying reasons but not only do I admire your poetry you allow the reader the ease of cherishing it,imagery is beautiful,emotions are beautiful even within the sadness and always,always beautiful pemnanship.I am sure such is the ability of the poetess that even if this were anonymous I should recognize the beautiful spirit it came from.
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Sensuality and sorrow are all around this poem, excellently portrayed with metaphors and vividness...
great job my friend
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"every flower falling from the umbel
of your fingers:
an anthology of touch, undone
and ungathered"
I love that 'umbel'...I had to look that word up
It sure provides some wonderful 'hand' imagery, and every vignette in this is amazing...this is such beautiful poetry!
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the last stanza seems like a whispered regret after the sense of discovery of the earlier stanzas, such a lovely poem and a delicate, falling-petal feeling...PK
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"my hands now
are a scent through the night,
too slight to hold you"
A magnificent, sensual, sorrowful penning, my Friend. An incredible gathering of the senses. Good luck in Al's contest, Sweetie. Vlindertjie
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i can only appreciate the delicate language you use in this, lovely lovely to read
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Nic, this is absolutely exquisite in every way....the gorgeous imagery, the depth of meaning, and the outstanding use of metaphor. This touches all the senses...the seductive scent of frangipani (which I adore), the tree both in bloom and losing blooms in fall, the gentle slight touch of your hand at the end, the soft sounds of moths beating silken wings against the breeze... My goodness, girl, this has everything! I couldn't possibly choose a line that stands out....they are ALL perfection. What a beautifully written 'song' of your heart, my friend. Simply superb!! Love and laughter to you, dear one.
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You have painted vignettes of extraordinary poignancy. Your free flowing form and whispery delivery made the ache surreal, but real... if ya get my meaning...
"thoughts of you are a whitish sound
of trembling, moons and moths
that keep hanging
as scarves for the wind"
Beautiful!
Sweet Sorrow, Scribe. ~ Nicholas
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perfect
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Is there a vignette train chugging through Al's contest? lol
This is just beautiful. I never thought trees had anything but hands, I mean just look at how they nestle fruits, birds and other creatures.
Best wishes in the contest.
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Lol...it seems so! Thanks, Stacy
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such intimate sadness and longing pains... it's that ache of muscle and tendon and the stretch of bone on fingers..
each piece counted and that fleshy part near the index of the thumb and wrist... outstretched and hurting...
damn Nic ... this is poignancy at it's best
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Thank you, Gilly...such a soft touch you have too
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very strong represantation of a tree, not only beautiful, but sometimes seems forgot how powerful they are. great piece
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Thank you...yes a tree of hands and scents
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