You make me think,
river's tear
to bend my eyes in clearer whirlpool,
iris spinning wheel,
to wetter turns
of ancient recognition;
inspecting body's wasteful weariness,
extending skies
to swirling fool;
revealing healing's buttered bread,
through burning glaze
in borrowed skillet.
I can spill it if you want,
my secret sorrow of seasoned inhibition,
the alone of now
in last contrition,
kneeling wood to channeled door,
wishing face
might kiss your floor,
and you might find my eyes,
as heaven.
I am glad to know your mountain,
where sigh bleeds fountain's downward, back flush,
resurrecting petal in pain of April,
dreaming May,
playing one to every creature,
as standard sown in silken feature,
one last preacher
filling line
to curl lost shiver,
waking spine.
A contest entry
- Spill Some Ink My Way by jasminerose.
850 points, ended July 6, 22 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Vivid imagery bleeds the soul of longing and sadness of heart, weeping for more than one has or had. Such emotion spills off your brilliant quill with this entry, that I am overwhelmed by its beauty.
Thank you so very much for entering my contest and for offering such an outstanding piece to admire.
Jasminerose
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What you spill always falls to me in ancient recognitions, in that language you once knew and now chant in celluar memory, prolific petals upon your poet's page.
I read this:
"revealing healing's buttered bread,
through burning glaze
in borrowed skillet."
and in my own quirky way, think how quickly I burn toasted cheese sandwiches if I'm not careful. It's a good thing I don't read your poetry in the kitchen. All my culinary efforts would end up burnt offerings!
Your standard is sown in silken feature... ~K
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"iris spinning wheel,"
Somehow that line stayed in my eyes. This is wonderful poetry, my friend....good to read you again.
~ Nicolette
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Beautiful and as always so original as only you can write...
"resurrecting petal in pain of April,
dreaming May,
playing one to every creature,
as standard sown in silken feature,"
So lovely, my friend
Lynda
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