Centuries of gesture
learned from palms in palms
heart in heart
to gather your hollow died beats.
Peel off all love
look at human forests
open branches,
forgings re-commencements,
springs of your voice
to kill the memories.
Look at these links in sap
where the origin winces to oblivion.
Centuries of rumors
splinters of wars, deaths
in the middle, cords accord
in a bitter sip of melancholy.
All sorrows united as single
to touch the skin of roots
time and life's effleurage
to make me cry and love both,
within fingers knotted
to button my wrists
where your memories crawl in veins.
Author notes
Prompt: WINCE
effleurage:
ef⋅fleu⋅rage /ˌɛfləˈrɑʒ/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [ef-luh-rahzh] Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
a delicate stroking motion in massage.
Origin:
1885–90; < F, equiv. to effleur(er) (to) stroke as one would a flower (i.e., lightly; see ef-, flower ) + -age -age
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.
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A contest entry
- Quickie - Word Prompt - Wince by ml12.
500 points, ended November 27, 2008, 9 entries
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I like how detached the tone was, I was going to say cold but it's not cold. My favourite line was "to make me cry and love both" because it's so beautiful. The imagery was unique and interesting. Thanks for entering the contest
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