the crystal cup of sky
may roughen
till darkness rust
covers what yesterday
was sunny.
the flash of lightning
and shovels full of thunder
may knot up in my throat.
it’s hard to breathe this time of day,
but she
uses semiotics as a high-tech streetlamp.
spills poetry into my heart till it explodes.
makes me want to become a bottle of ink.
races me to drawing hopscotch squares with eyes closed.
shows me my face in her moist mirror.
there is something to her -
the running-nose & cough of a definite article
has never disturbed
the fragile ikebana of young womanhood
or ontogeny.
she grows on an intimidating mountain -
the smallest volcanic rock
that will start erosion
& make the best out of it.
Author notes
Sept. 27, 2008
for Esha.
In a list
A contest entry
- A new spin on an old contest by Suzanne Dia.
1750 points, ended October 13, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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100th Hood-Wink!
I know that I have read this before - but I don't seem to have commented! I really love this dedication - it is wonderful
I love the reference to hopscotch - and the ending is the most brilliant part 
as always!
Keep writing
Polly
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this is wonderfully good.
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thank you!
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I love my esha, and obviously you do too.
This is wonderful.
Thanks so much for entering.
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i haven't read from you in a while and it is still amazing to read your words, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Oooops, forgot the clappies.
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You infuse your poetry with flesh and blood, it lives and breathes and has such a life of it's own. Wonderful, as always. You always impress.
Garrison -
This is fantastic, and I was fully into it until you got to this point:
the fragile ikebana of young womanhood
or ontogeny.
Then, the fact that I had to look up the words ikebana and ontogeny took me right out of the poem. -
"there is something to her -"
There is indeed something special about her and you've captured it so beautifully here in this poem, Diana. You both spill poetry so very well.
~ Nicolette
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wow... you write beautiful poems... thanks thanks... i feel special ... HONORED... i mean this poem is really perfect. idk what else to say... i loved the images so much...the fourth stanza is so rich! omg thanks
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Thank you! Glad to know it made you feel special And that you liked it
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This is just simply beautifully written
spills poetry into my heart till it explodes.
makes me want to become a bottle of ink.
I love those lines. Nicely done
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