We tossed spring aside;
allowed summer -- lush, unquenchable,
a ripening feast -- to become
our signature. Meeting, spring enough,
melted away the walls before lonely.
Kiss to bud, waters fresh sprung,
fingers traced a ripple rush --
we meditated before the pond
watched koi flash -- colors and memories.
Once innocence, a laugh
the joy of nakedness, had opened
to the path of desire, flesh
becomes the fallow fields of hope.
Lips promise, tongues tease, fingers dance,
skin receives, the spirit celebrates
revelation of joining. Penetration
brings focus, magnification of light,
flashes of jubilation and transformation.
From breast caressed to heart pulse
the shudders of a quickly passing flight --
we spiral down upon once soaring wings.
Wrapped about us in this dawning
we have realized the trespass now lingers.
We are no longer wild, the wind
seen threading through the fields.
Our voice chorused with another.
Love once a mantel, now an ingredient.
Touch tender and sacred replaces the wind.
1:16 PM
Sept. 28, 2008
Washington, DC & Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I was intrigued by the contest or I would not have reserved. I started this finally Sunday morning in Quaker Meeting, which may have had an effect.
A contest entry
- this contest is for adults only. by j i n.
500 points, ended September 29, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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"We are no longer wild, the wind
seen threading through the fields."
I love this... its especially tasty because the rest of the poem is a little wild. Good job. -
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When we are young we do things and think we are the first and risque and wild and carefree. We are naifs and just beginning to learn and wild is an arc above the clouds we haven't even seen past yet. This poem is full of joy and that is the wildest ride that doesn't get you killed.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh God ths is as boring as the subject matter. What fools these mortals be to thing that love is anything.
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When we cast love from our life, we cast out our chance to be healthy and complete. Human beings are social animals. The course of their ability to unite and co-operate is dependent on such boring things as love. It is sad to hear you cast love upon the rubbish pile.
Peace,
Tom B.
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Fluid as a deepening blush. Gold Trophy ~ small wonder! I love the internal rhyme, "melted away the walls before lonely." All sweetly sensous from foreplay to afterglow.
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Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to share your joy. Joy shared is always compounded.
Peace,
Tom B.
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There is not a single jolt here...
all spreads and warms as it is read.
The ending is hands-down the most affecting
for me; I especially felt the wind change
into something blended, integrated as opposed
to passing or perpetually in motion. Blue
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I am tired of sex and/or partnering being something of dominance and submission. I try to bring a spiritual side into view. I want to make apparent the possibility of partnering and love being a gift of mutal sharing and comittment, not one based on need. Just me, I guess.
Love, Tom B.
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Great place to write a poem - in a meeting. Can tell where your mind was at, but poets are always creating, no matter where they are. Wonderful poem - gold winner for sure here. (Double space after once, before innocence) Thoughts are certainly adult, very effective.
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Thanks the Meeting and why I mentioned it is Quaker service. I am a Silent Meeting Quaker. Just, so you know.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your pleasure in this feast.
Love,
Tom B.
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marvelous. sensuous and engaging without revealing all, you've portrayed love while still shielding it in a veil of privacy. i love the seasonal metaphors. you produce some of the most beautiful work i've read on AP. thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you for a truly wonderful compliment. May I live up to it. The goal here was to capture the feeling of mutual surrender and respect. Experience is our teacher and once we know, the artist is best when the art work stirs the memories, allows the reader to engage themselves.
Love,
Tom B.
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first of all, congrats on the gold
you have your own style, distinct, yes,
sensual, very much so, and always good
to read because there is usually something
shimmering below the surface. Well done.
Love Lane
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Thanks, I can spot your voice a mile away and I am sure you easily recognize mine. Should have a contest where you have to pick an AP poet write in their style and be judged on the quality of the poem and the way it matches the poets voice. I wonder how many would take on the challenge.
I like layers. They may not always shimmer but I hope that they tantalize, tease and touch the hearts of my readers. Be well my friend.
Love,
Tom B.
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Congratulations!
What I find interesting, aside from the obvious pleasures of sensuality is the mutual acquiescense to joy which bonds couples to love long after the "spiral down soaring wings." You just know that no matter how many feathers fall, there will alway be wings to bear you up, for they smile in the light of the eyes, the tender curve of lips and spread themselves through the heart, strong and tender.
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I am always trying to evoke the sense of partnership, mutual surrender without dominance or submission, surrender as setting free. This obviously got closer than I have come before. You are correct, when a couple is bonded in mutual support and sharing love soars and the sex only another expression of touching.
Love, Tom B.
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to be come the celebration of two, as both softly ,become the one...for a moment becomes a touch and the wild softly set free, the two lovers float upon the magic wings of connection...an awesome read my Master Poet
and thank you softly for sharing it with me
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When our heart runs free and the spirit is gifted in kind all is well with the world. Glad you enjoyed.
Love, Tom B.
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Kiss to bud, waters fresh sprung,
fingers traced a ripple rush --
we meditated before the pond
watched koi flash -- colors and memories.
Lips promise, tongues tease, fingers dance,
skin receives, the spirit celebrates
revelation of joining. Penetration
brings focus, magnification of light,
flashes of jubilation and transformation.
Exquisite. You've made so much beauty out of a simple picture of a pose. This is art Tom. I am honored to have you here, I'm impressed beyond any more blah words, thank you,
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I structurely (is that a word) created these to verses to reflect each other like an echo. Both to advance the poem into a broader spectrum of feelings and thoughts but also to show that this was sex mutally sought and a gift to each.
I like, whenever possible, to show of erotic intercourse as a mutual celebration of being, not a dominance or taking from the partner. Thanks for enjoying my more subtle sensuality. I try to not simply titilate but have the reader reaquaint or discover sexual expression between true partners that becomes a celebration of being together. I don't think I have quite succeeded yet, but I am getting closer with every attempt.
Thanks for seeing so clearly,
Tom B.
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Brilliant as always at making love go from seed to bud to bloom. C
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You make it seem as if I could do no less. Love expressed is often greeted by mistrust or so sought that it is smothered to death. I, simply, wanted to let it blossom within the heart while letting it take its own breath.
Love,
Tom B.
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it is like the journey of seed to bloom...breath-taking my dear friend
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That was in the back of my mind but all the ploughing furrowed earth images appeared trite and over wrought. This was a bit more of a challenge. I wanted to have it be mature and not overly idealistic but still a step above wham bam thank you ma'am. That isn't trite as much as ego-centric and sorry.
Thanks for stopping by and saying hi.
Love,
Tom B.
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Okay in the Quaker Meeting?
You have to write that story down lol!
As for the poem, just beautiful as always my dear.
Mine isn't near as good. darn
Love and
Hugs
~Lisa~
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Me thinks you are being modest.
Quaker Meeting: I am a birthright Friend. I can trace it back to people who were converted by George Fox the founder of the Society of Friends and Seekers of the Truth. I shouldn't write during Silent Meeting, particularly a poem such as this. But I think God would forgive. Maybe, even wink and chuckle.
Glad you enjoy my simple words.
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Thank you...
He would wink and chuckle cause He invented us.
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I will just sigh.. but you know...
tis only when there is the touch that the wind becomes just a breeze
Love Juls
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tricky thing memories when we were the wind and the fields made to be run through.
Love, Tom B.
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Thinking perhaps i should tuck my tail and run.
Nah...lol
Best wishes my dear friend
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i can't WAIT to see this one
have fun, I know it'll be brilliant
love,
jin
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