And I met you
when I least expected
in a corner with the raven
and the flowers yet to bloom,
below the mountains of what could be –
yes, it took my breath
away and far and deep and,
and you surprised me,
the way we fit
like a warm cup of Earl Grey between my palms,
like honey on your tongue and
the words I needed to hear but didn’t know,
like a, yes,
like a body cradled in water,
soft wetness holding skin
and keeping it close enough to taste,
me suspended
in the James Joyce flow of, well,
of this emotion you uncorked from me,
from my shy lips,
these lips that think of you
and wonder and whisper,
soft as alpine wind
and columbines –
And you. Yes.
Author notes
Thanks to the inspiration of James Joyce, that Irish prosist with a poet's tongue:
"…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." –James Joyce, Ulysses (1922)
Thanks to khourey for hosting an inspriting contest. And, maybe, thanks to my tongue for finding a way to express love without cynicism.
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the Joyce quote was so powerful when read aloud in a dramatic setting, very seductive; and your poem has this quality too, a story of a seduction from the point of view of a warm smile...so very nice...PK
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the poem itself feels like a flow of uncorked emotion -a sweet inspiration. My fav part is the line comparing the way you fit to a cup of Earl Grey tea in the palms of your hands - vivid. - NANGALEEMA
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This is beautiful - I love the way it is constructed.
It is full of possibility - makes me hopeful that true love exists and is somewhere in my future...
'below the mountains of what could be' - great line!
also love - 'the way we fit
like a warm cup of Earl Grey between my palms,
like honey on your tongue and
the words I needed to hear but didn’t know'
Adding you as a favourite
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I'm glad you like this piece - at the time it really needed to be written. Thanks so much!
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cool!
''of this emotion you uncorked from me,
from my shy lips,
these lips that think of you
and wonder and whisper,
soft as alpine wind
and columbines'' nice! -
I like this a lot it is really neat how you put a lot of metaphors in it. Very nice
Ashley -
i loved it!!!!
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"below the mountains of what could be –"
I love this image.
"in the James Joyce flow of, well,
of this emotion you uncorked from me"
and those two lines are awesome too.
This is a beautiful poem. Your images are all so vivid and original, yet you give me enough to tie me to what's going on, I'm not just floating thorugh a sea of beautiful images with no visible structure underneath. Thank you for sharing this. -
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Thank you for your lovely comments!
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"and you surprised me,
the way we fit
like a warm cup of Earl Grey between my palms,
like honey on your tongue and
the words I needed to hear but didn’t know,
like a, yes,"
The analogies in this stanza are not as strong as they could be - beautiful, but they could be better. Also, the last lines makes zero sense... was it a typo?
Ah, wait, never mind. I get it now. I love the way you ended this. Absolutely perfect! *glomps* Especially the last time. I will remember this one -
I know what you mean about cynicism. I can't seem to write anything (especially love) without being semi-cynical.
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Thanks! But...I'm confused...where did your contest go?
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This is beautiful. Yes, it is. Reminds me of a song by an Afrikaans singer "then there was you", and of course of the classic song from Aspects of Love by Andrew Lloyd Weber "love changes everything".
I loved the soft tones here, the warmth that seems to rise from your words. You should really express yourself in this voice more often!!
Loved it! Love is indeed to hear and accept the "yes" of the good
~ Nicolette
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Thank you!
This is a new style, a new voice for me - I am encouraged that you like it!
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Good
The words fill the heart and roll gently off the tongue drifting quietly into memory. This poem lifts its message over the words like a warm wind might rattle the leaves on a summer's eve and brings tranquility to the soul. The poet brings us back to love once more to reawaken our taste for its purity and wonder and delight.
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Yes. Inspired, and lovely.
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I love this.
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