your mouth’s a house, open
and warm like a summer
in Granada -
a full sun plays about me
in every room
where love is enacted, I spill
over the window sills
of your lips
in paper-light arpeggios,
profusely purple
© Nicolette
Author notes
"Within these walls, a single flower grows"
....we inhabit each other
In a list
- Favourite poetry by others • next in list
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- Truly Amazing Poetry by My AP Favorites • next in list
- a vase of flowers • next in list
A contest entry
- PIF Prompt Contest - RESERVE Your Spot by Cannonsfire.
450 points, ended May 19, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful. I can see why Night Hope made this first on her list. You manipulate language so delicately - "paper-light arpeggios" being a prime example. Wonderful.
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Such imagery, and vivid images...A cascade of thoughts, and those beautiful blooms make this a beauty of a read!
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thank you, Rose Angel
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The Bougainvillea Flowers
are quite terrestrial--
they carry a barrel of dirt around
like it was nothing.
Perhaps they only wish to
distance themselves from
the yodeling worms
Jaden
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that was baeutiful. i thout that in heaven there wernt computers.^^ keep wrighting
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The way you write is simply amazing. It gives me tingles up and down my spine. Another piece well executed with brilliant imagery and words that guided me to seeing it. Congrats on gold. Stupendous! Simply astounding what you can do!
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leavenworth. kansas. 1967. for me this is the library of her mansion.
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b e a u t i f u l !!
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Sighhhhh, is there aything to be said about this that hasn't already been said? You definitely know how to create maximum impact with a few words, where many of us bang on and on and on and get nowhere *cough cough*
Loved full sun and window sill of lips
Reminds me of your poem Sum of Hands, or was it Duration? I get confused between yours and Guy's! Anyway, it's the idea of the house; love has been connected to many things: flowers, the ocean, the sky, the universe and so on. I particularly love the idea of the house though, with it's many rooms.
Stunning 
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I had to read this...bougainvillea also grew in the yard with the jasmine...reading these two poems have brought back a lot of memories
"in paper-light arpeggios,
profusely purple"
I think of purple as being rich and lush, to pair it with 'paper-light arpeggios' tells the whole story of this poem for me. It speaks to me of matured love where the fires no longer threaten to incinerate, but provide an abiding warmth...as before, quiet passion. lol..I hope this makes sence.
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Quiet and precise poetry is the beauty of ones own heart, aching loudly. Some poems stumble over words. Others die before they are finished. But this has just the right amount of sound/imagery that paints a rather astute picture. I actually read this with no punctuation breaks and to be honest it could work either way. I mean of course the commas and such help add a delicate pause here and there but a reader can usually understand the poetic pattern, especially in a poem of this nature without the guidance of such formulas. I think the ending is purely magical.
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Yes, I see what you mean about punctuation and that it can work either way. This poem came about quite quickly - which is rare for me lolol!!
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good job
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paper-light arpeggios...and I was just thinking about the depth of purple. You give it so much luminosity, Nicci...lumineres marking kaleidoscopic pathways of soul. Such a gathering gathering of lovely momentum! ~Karen
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You always know how to make me light up from within, Karen...
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Beautiful as always my friend. You paint the very gardens of love in overbloom...well not a word but that is how it feels. Bravo and bellisimo! Such a tender song for the heart.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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Granada is Moorish
but your poetry is more-ish!
Exotic name and place in the valley of Andalusia.
How you used bougainvillea as an informing colour winding through your warm house of love! Nicci, you are a true lyricist. The bloom of love - profusely purple.
Thank you, love poet or poet of love, whichever you prefer.
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wonderful writing. so beautiful.
mari
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Love this one...
as always
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Pragtig en baie geluk [beautiful and congratualtions]. Frans
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How incredibly beautiful and truly engaging. Congratulations on your well deserved gold trophy. Many blessings, Lavender Butterfly.
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If this is how you write when you're "blocked" then I'm really in trouble
Another wonderful piece my dear. As always, I am honored to read your work.
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This is beautiful, Nicci.
I love love as a house. It feels very complete. Makes sense, too. It should feel like home.
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Hm, this is so delightful in sound and sight...
You come with the most amazing pictures where love flashes all over.
If your poetry was candy (and it feels as candy), I think I'd eat all of your page, because it is oh so tasty!
Mari
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A Whisper on a Road
You never fail to capture a moment in time, especially when it involves love. This poem spoke the longing within me to one day discover someone with whom I can share my heart with. Thank you.
Peace, Love & Light,
Jay
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Jay... thank you so much. And i do hope you fine that "someone", but I'm sure love will find you when you least expect it
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This makes me feel like i am being enveloped in sun and warmth and love and my skin is all a'tingle. Very enjoyable, indeed!
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Thank you... love is always warmth and "tingles", or supposed to be!!
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SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH!!!!
I just wrote a blog about how much I love Granada and the Spanish (Lorca's) ideas on "duende" and the creative spirit. sigh. AND it's so hot here in Texas...it's making me miss the Alhambra and heat and...other such things.
Beautiful poem!
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Oh yes, i think i have latin or spanish blood in me, lolol!! They do have a vibe about them. The bougainvillea is actually Granada's official flower. It's almost winter here and it's still very warm, so i know what you're talking about. Thanks Shannon!!
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You have taught me something new about one of my favorite cities! (their flower). Granada is a magical place, simply magical. Lorca said: "Granada looks splendid…it is an astounding richness, which, no matter how stylized, cannot be captured. Granada isn’t pictorial, even for an Impressionist. It isn’t pictorial, just as a river is not architectonic. Everything runs, plays, and slips away. Poetry and Music. A city of fugues without a skeleton. Melancholy with vertebrae."
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That line from Lorca just made me realize why I love those Spanish and Latin-American poets so much...Lorca, Neruda, Paz - passionate virtuosity!!
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Reading this brought back memories of me and a love in the sun! It's exciting and peaceful, and it's the same feeling I got from this poem. Impressive!
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My first impression is to take a deep breath and fill my self with the hidden intensity of this piece, that is what penetrates my emotions. This such a highly sensitized work. I can sense lovers in this piece, knowing one another, enjoying the freedom of their love together. This is the way it should be. Exceptional poetry. Geo
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You sense well, Geo - spot on. Thank you for a lovely comment
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what's a flower between pressed pages?
only a memory
strive to be real
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Oh my... you're god. Well, one of my gods, lol This is so beautiful; the sweet sweet scent of love lingers in this gorgeous flower poem! But you're such a gorgeous flower yourself...no need for poetry, or music, or anything...
- namita
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Aaawh, you are too kind dear Namiita. Thank you.... it takes one flower to recognize another >>>> you're one too, you know
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yaaayy!
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If there was a word to describe you,
the only one that would resonate clear
as the light of a brand new day would be
'sigh'...you dear poet have a sigh that makes all your work indescribably beautiful and I know its voice so well. Love, C
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Smiles... thank you, Cheryl. It was such a lovely prompt to work with and gave me an excuse to write a flower poem
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very pretty.
m
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"in every room
where love is enacted, I spill
over the window sills
of your lips..."
Wonderful words and concepts that leave the reader breathless. Exceptional. Good luck in the contest!
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Having been to Spain as well as other European countries this really make the reader inhale the beauty.Image wise and metaphorically.
I think of white washed walls and terracotta. Lovely in simplicity which is what I like in my decor and possibly my life.
Helen
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Beautiful, such elegant mastery of imagery, metaphor, language... Bravo, best of luck in the contest!
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You never write anything but beauty Nic . . . you astound me with the deep and utter perfection of each piece that I read . . .
Marc
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"I spill
over the window sills
of your lips"
You totally rock this world, Woman. Good luck in Chez's contest, Sweetie.
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I don't know what to say about this beauty
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I have actually been to the Palace at Granada in Spain many many many years ago... and this has brought back a rich and beautiful memory for me Nicky
such scents and love here... a joyous walk in your garden
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sighs... yes.. thanks for walking with me here, Gilly...
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sighs backatcha
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stunningly beautiful, warm, sensual...brightens the all day rain we've had here...lovely poetry
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Truly beautiful my liewe vriendin. So lovely to read the happiness and love in your words these days.
~Lyrical
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Dankie, my vriendin...
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Like a soft breeze of Neruda's style your words slides and spill down the petals of your purple poetry kiss. It perfectly goes with violet.
~Sonja~
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I didn't look at the contest criteria, but if it is "write an incredibly gorgeous poem" you have my gold already
al
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Now i wish you were the judge, Al - thank you
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Delicious!
This has such a soft, delicious and sensual feel to it, yes love is like that.
I loved the creative syntax and visual and comfortable metaphors. With economy of words you speak volumes here.
Shine on.
Henri
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What a lovely comment, Henri. Thank you so much; you said exactly what i wanted to show here
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A most lovely pen, exquisite in nature-
Arpeggio fingertip finesse upon one’s lips-
Colors the moment as a rainbow’s sigh-
Perfection of pleasure-
Bravo
JD
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This is really good Nicolette especially the final stanza
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Thank you, Heath - i wrote this one quite quickly
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Oh hon, in a word, breathlessly stunning. Okay, two words, lol.
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...those two words are enough for me, Kathleen
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Exquisitely executed! "....a full sun plays about me...." Girl, I LOVE it! Your metaphors are always to die for, and so very fresh and unique.....so you. This is absolutely sumptuous, dear one. The colors, the scents, the feel of it.... Such subtle sensuality laced through this. Sweet Lady, you are the master!!
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lolol i see you've found the new emoticons!!! Thank you, dear Mary - your comments always bring a smile to my face, and my heart!!
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now this is a beautiful kiss,...I love the warmth, the sun, the color...gorgeous, Nic
"I spill
over the window sills
of your lips" - I love that line!
and the metaphor of his mouth...so beautiful
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Thanks, Tara - i'm writing myself a kiss
..well, also for the man who speaks violet
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