1.
Ash white,
light: a breeze against skin.
She eases away shadows --
a dolphin slipping along
the currents that buoy the heart.
2.
Met in the market, crowd noise confetti,
the swirl where vegetable greens dance
crisply with the dark red meats.
Bargains argued from table to table.
Flavors and aromas competing for attention.
Their worthiness demonstrated by blossom
color and visions of toil and sweat invested.
We found ourselves in an eddy.
The foment of the crowd ran round us.
She tasted water cress, smiled, asked,
“Would you care to have these delight your salad?”
I was tossed and turned,
frozen tongue against palate,
my smile all that kept me warm.
She laughed. Asked if I was a fool
in the kitchen or a magician of culinary arts.
We danced a slow turn between table displays
the tugging pulse of the crowd. Started
seeding our fields for the hope of harvest.
Love dampened our eyes as we ached
the ancient ache running fresh through our flesh.
3.
We are silver fishes opalescent in the pearly light.
Flashing dreams against foamy sheets
as we leap up river to our promised land.
The strength we possess pounds in our arteries --
as we become tied ‘n’ tangled in moon light,
netted in the veracities of forever that love
makes only a moment brushing kisses from lips.
11:34 AM
1/22/09
Annandale, VA
Author notes
This is a little of option 2 and a little of option 4 in the back of my mind.
They weren't about Cantalopes nor did they want any Leeks. But the garden of delights was harvested and the meal a repast of delight.
A contest entry
- Valentine's! ....My Favorite Day by poet2angels.
700 points, ended February 2, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• 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 silver fishes opalescent in the pearly light.
Flashing dreams against foamy sheets
as we leap up river to our promised land.
The strength we possess pounds in our arteries --
as we become tied ‘n’ tangled in moon light,
netted in the veracities of forever that love
makes only a moment brushing kisses from lips.
Tom, to recall a comment you left on my very first sensual write, if you werent a happily married man, I'd be at your bedroom window, crying out to you to let me in
. Love me. LOL
This is just wonderful, flirting is just the best as far as the laws and games of attraction go, in my book anyway. The arena in which you placed it is superbly colorful, noisy.
Fantastically realistic.
I am in love with this poem.
Jin
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Flirting, at best, is a game of mutual compliment. It is not pretentious or done to achieve a result more than to see the other person smile. That is why it doesn't feel like somone, coming strictly from hunger, on the make or feel like someone is trying to control you. It is about delight.
I wanted to capture this and drop it into a hustle bustle everyday setting and let the dance unfold. That this resulted in more than a feeling of joy and wonder and landed on the shoreline of love is simply magic.
Love, Tom B.
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Flirtations take on a whole new dimension beneath your pen...
I love the implications of the "natural" setting,
to imply what is occuring is only right, meant.
In the opening stanza, real promise comes into view, colouring the atmosphere with potent display. Then of course, the dance begins and the ending secludes us, pressing colours into intimacy's pages. Nothing here but sheer bliss of movement and momentum. Blue
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The first vignette was statement of the spirit of the person. It has it energy but there is no expression of how it dances in a setting or interacts.
I love the energy in a farmer's market setting. The bustle and how each booth or table is its own island country, plus there is happiness in these settings that is part of what brings people out.
The last vignette is almost a blessing. ...
Love,
Tom B.
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repast of delight mmm
I really like this poem and this is a wonderful write....Really makes me feel really good. The garden is the place to be when all else fails..... just love it... Good luck in that contest~
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Good too see you. Glad you enjoyed this dance. I wanted to capture the beginning of a love relationship. The magic of the moment when the other was discovered. All the magic and the madness. Thanks for stopping by.
Love, Tom B.
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Ah, friend, what a clever write of imagery, humor and romance here...A delight to read! It has made my day! I do hope you get a gold for this one, and I think so!
Bookmarked!
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Those moments when love first strikes, we rise out of ourselves and enter another world of wonder. Glad to hear it touched you so. Romance without laughter is passion without love.
Love,
Tom B.
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Brillant, The title fit perfectly. Wonderful flow of words, You did a awsome job on this. We danced a slow turn, was one of my favorite lines.
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I wanted to capture the way time slows when magic arrives. We create our forevers often not even being aware of the magic we possess.
Peace & Light,
Tom B
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Very wonderful imagery in this poem, great job on that! Also a great take on the prompt. Good luck in the contest that this is in.
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Wanted to capture the feelings, the ambience of the market and the energy of the meeting. Thanks for enjoying my attempt.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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wonderful imagery
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Thanks. Appreciate you taking the time to share your joy.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Superb Plus
A very fine write, indeed. You have expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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Thank you. This was just to capture the swirl and serendipty of discovering love.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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wow, almost a bit of a sensory overload, what a pleasant surprise. Love all the action going on in this piece, it's hard to find such dynamic poetry, and even harder to write it. My favorite part is the last one, very strong imagery. I love how you translate emotion into imagery, very unique.
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Thanks, for the review. I use to write strictly sensual poetry. Working now more on contrasts and story. Feelings and emotions are the unspoken language that I ache to translate and give life to the poem. Thanks, again, for letting me know I succeeded.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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I love this...from beginning to end, the imagery, metaophor delightfully expressed and most of all how your heart comes through in poetry.,..
"as we become tied ‘n’ tangled in moon light,
netted in the veracities of forever that love
makes only a moment brushing kisses from lips. "
Gorgeous!
Lynda
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I choose to flash back upon the first meeting because of the sense of energy it creates, the feeling of serendiptiy or kismet it lends to the picture. Plus with the silky darkness found in 1 & 3, the riot of color and the contrast of 2 brings forth a larger sense. I, too, love the last verse that you repeated for it completes without ending the story, once begun.
Love, Tom B.
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Delightful romp of salad side dishes in this. As always you make me smile C
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Love finds us at any moment, in any time.
Love,
Tom B.
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nice background. i can't tell you what i feel because what i feel has nothing to do with your poem. i am immune to anything tonight, therefore, a truthful comment would be an empty comment. i just wanted to come by and let you know i'd read; i know a simple "pretty" you'll accept from me, though... right?
miss chit chatting with you. hope you are well...
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I can hear the sound of your armor. The defenses against a world you feel you are not allowed to participate in. Yeah, I accept pretty. My current job has me on the road alot so I don't get to be around as much. Nice to know I am missed. Keep your chin up and damn the torpedoes
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This is painted with perfection
You are a lucky, talented Man.What do you mean by a repast of delight?
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There is the meal and when you are filled it leaves you delighted. When we discover love, no matter the situation we are changed and become full of the universe and our world richer for the senses.
Thanks.
Love,
Tom B.
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wow! now this is a treat for the mind what a beautiful imaginative write, good luck in the contest with this exelent write, your exelence shines through this feast of a write
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There is something that sings to the heart when we see love leap forth. I love to try to show it in a poem.
Love, Tom B.
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Such a splendid garden of opportunity... May the seeds planted always over grow their pots and the bounty slow cooked in heart's crock. Another stunner! Bam!!!
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