Twin spirits tower
in greener spire,
higher, gusty glance at kitchen romance,
our youthful harvest,
breathing blush, in pear to share,
a fruitful climate of art, and sucrose.
Swill my hole, swelling gourd,
cutting board, breaking bread,
as clean as promise;
old harness, loose
in curving rein, harvesting grain
to share new lair in yeast frilled future;
our windy prairie, blown to table,
east plowing west in sweaty brow,
wet as fable,
insane array
to touching tongues
that tremble lighter taste of morning.
I have been too long, pretending.
I crave this storm of still-life love,
hoping night
might fall your forest,
restful flock in grace of evening
where life bleats meadow,
reassembling blades
as shady sigh to diamond eyes,
congregating feast in hoof beats pounding,
blazing middle,
my glazed sigh flying, grazing extending stem,
to softening soul-sounds,
sending secrets,
maid still wanting moon to mind-song,
moving groove
in seasoned shelter.
So gather what the gods have given,
summer rain to root in rapture,
grain,
bending breath inside our scent,
spilling lupine,
feeding fractured flow to poppy,
painting peace
to pondered petal.
A contest entry
- Response to still life Allpoetry. Sponsored by Winklings. #90. by Lyndon.
6000 points, ended June 26, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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You use Romance properly!
Beautiful alliteration is quite obvious. Some is highly pertinent; some good; a little, decorative.
The poem is a fine evocative response to the painting.
From "Twin spirits towered" ... to "pondered petal", you ran with the items well, reflectively and interestingly.
Richness of imagery matches richness of memories & thought. There is paradoxically a dynamism to your "still life", in "Kitchen Romance".
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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I loved it that the twin spirits towered. So very pleased to see you have found it in this image and expressed its wonderful fluids so well in this verse.
Excellent to the prompt. So very pleased to have this verse in this contest. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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This poem sent my sences realing, you covered a lot of ground in the amount of lines written.
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I do not need to see this poem author's name to know who wrote this poem. A very specific and rich style of poetry. Like an kaleidoscope of memories within each an every line
~Sonja~
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I do not know if it is space I am in or you meant to, but there are layers and layers of meanings in this artfully penned poem... I enjoyed it and its effects on me.....a reader's poem indeed.
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Ah, no since pretending, not when real can be so beautiful! Phenomenally beautiful! Bread and wine, pears and gourds--never looked quite like this. Nothing still about this lively poem! Loved it!
ten
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"I have been too long, pretending.
I crave this storm of still-life love,
hoping night
might fall your forest,
restful flock in grace of evening
where life bleats meadow"
"Exquisite" doesn't even begin to come close, Scribe. 
Wanda
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