When mornings ache for the first kisses, waking
light in my soul, I let my heart create baskets woven
from dreams and desires to catch these feelings.
I promise oceans
where each wave is crested with the froth of joy ~
if, for today, I can accept the cheek is empty,
the breathy breeze does not cause my
eyes to blink, I will not let tears go to waste. You will
come one long leg foot print at a time. We will meet
tsunamies against the other, kisses that never stop burning.
11:06 PM
10/31/07
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
thanks for the opportunity to sing for your heart. May it be blessed with many songs of love.
In a list
A contest entry
- Further Morning Quickiness...10/10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 31, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well done, poet! Gold to fathom!
I'm not a master of kisses, but the breath of freshness upon my face, the open sky of heart and seas of joyous revelation are to sail with great expectation. Nor will I "let tears go to waste." They are not always easy to endure, but they serve to wash away the grief and debris of loss--make room for a change of thought.
...for there is healing in a twinking of an eye. Thank you, Tom. You sing for my heart, too, in this one. ~ K
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There is no formula for love, only the blesings it brings to the soul. thanks for sharing how this sang in your heart
Love, Tom B.
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if, for today, I can accept the cheek is empty,
the breathy breeze does not cause my
eyes to blink, I will not let tears go to waste.
Yep, I see why this one won gold.
I need to learn some new expressions,
cause I'm starting to sound like a broken cd.
For just a split second, I had visions of Alice, in the Disney adaptation, when she cries so, that she almost drowns..
And she says, HELLLP ME!!!
There's so much truth there, disguised as a silly cartoon..
That is what went through my head, when I read this piece. Softer, though, of course, and with alot of love,
Jin
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We know a tender that is beyond an ache. It cries. Sometimes you need the room to be angry. Sometimes you need arms to hold you so you can cry. Sometimes you, just, need room to stand alone. I hope as you find your own center and make your own world your own, You continue to find the gardens in my poems.
Love, Tom B.
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This is an explosion of lustful passion you pulled me smack dab in the middle of this read...I could visualize the whole pic...I saw you ravishing each other with the power of a tidal wave.....beautiful...novy
"Like a hot dream rising"
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The longer we wait for the one we love to return, the stronger the passion we greet them with
Love, Tom B
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I think Ithica may have hit on this one for I too felt it was of someone yet to meet? Perhaps I am drawing short straws or long conclusions but it seems to have the breathless nature of what you long for rather than what you have Love, C
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You both are right and not right. It is waiting for the return of a love. Someone who has to be away for awhile. Like when my wife and son left for Myrtle Beach for a week and I had just started a job and couldn't go. I was rattling off the walls the last three days
I began to wake each morning searching for the sounds of both of them.
Love, Tom B. -
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Oh I know how the sound of silence screams when you are alone and feeling the loss of an essence that usually surrounds a house. I would have taken sick leave and joined them I fear
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It is very elegant. But I took another meaning from your words? I felt that there is a longing for this lover that you have not met yet, hence weaving baskets to catch feelings, the promises, an empty cheek, and the meeting... I felt loving ideation and hope throughout. Definately deserving of the gold!
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Elegant. I like that. There is a time when people are parted. Family emergency, business . . . A yearning grows when the bed is not filled and the pillow is cold. The time of return becomes the dream.
Love, Tom B.
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I find this very beautiful in its simplicity.
You show a love for this person in such few words that is simply devine. The phrase "We will meet tsunamies against the other," what images these words create in my mind. The tumultious feelings these words engender are fabulous. Every word brings loveing immages to mind. Wonderful poem I liked it a lot. Congratuations on the gold.
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Passion, celebration, longing. all part of the song of love. Thanks for the long look at a short ten lines. Love, Tom B.
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You will
come one long leg foot print at a time. We will meet
tsunamies against the other, kisses that never stop burning.
smiling...I love it! very beautiful piece here!
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Great winner!
Smile,
Judy
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Amazing things happen in ten minutes. Sometimes what was once empty becomes full. Thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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Whooshed away...I can feel salt spray as I read.
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I guess this time that passion is a water sport.
Peace & Love, Tom B.
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Very Unique!
I get so tired of reading poems that all sound the same. I think that this one will stick in my mind for quite some time. You create some really strong imagery nad emotions. My favorite line is "I promise oceans
where each wave is crested with the froth of joy". It is a very good metaphor or analogy or whatever it is. Lovely poem!
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stop by often. I have been accused of being terribly unique. I guess at fifty seven I am bound to be. glad you enjoyed the metaphor and the poem as a whole. Love, Tom B.
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This is absolutely gorgeous!!
I love the 'basket woven from dreams and desires' to catch your feelings, what a beautiful poem this is!!!
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thanks this one just tumbled upon the page almost as if it wrote me
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Subtly beautiful
Oh Tom this is another beautiful piece. The imagery is so gentle, the metaphors so apt, that the result is a canvass painted with so many varied strokes all saying "I love you".
Thank you for this gem.
Love,
Moira
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Thank you, beautiful thought to have every stroke say I love you. This comes after a drought for awhile of words fresh in their imagery. Now I have three that have broken free of my mind's redundancies. Agaiin you honor me with your kind words. I hope I can manage to continue to live up to them.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh this is so amazing...
I am in love with every line...
Sigh~
Sometimes I just get speechless....
This is one of those times...
BRAVO!
Lynda
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thanks Lynda, I am glad that this poem that tumbled into my hands right before I had to leave for work, caught your heart. I feel fortunate to have won gold. Sometimes life is just amazing.
Love, Tom B.
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very well invested words in imagery and expression, the waves, tidal emotions blend so well with thoughts of morning affection...well done...PK
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Thanks, this was a lucky one. I caught the title and words filled spaces like they had already been carved on the page for them.
Peace & Love, Tom B.
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