Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

Scent



January breathes the scent
of springtime bloom
through silken, corded veils
tied to ribbons of sleeping grass.
There is a small pause
between our touches,
a piece of stolen eternity,
when my lips press
red, a gentle poppy kiss
against your lips
and we hold
a slice of imprisoned air
between knotted fingers and palms,
all languages translating
within our unfurled smiles.

Author notes

~

In a list

Please tell me what you think...

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments

1 - 8 of 8

  • adsaige
    February 24, 2009

    Edit | Reply
    "Of springtime bloom." I think the sentence would work better in the poem if it was 'blooms' instead.

    This has a soft quality to it, like wind over grass, but despite that, it does carry power to it. The images are very beautiful. I would like to point out however an image:

    "There is a small pause between our touches," that is very beautiful. And I think the most beautiful line of the write.

    If you decide to edit this, you have a few days. I will take a second look before or at contest close.

    Thank you for entering. Good luck.


  • Leela
    February 21, 2009
    Edit | Reply
    beautiful.

  • mimiagatha
    February 19, 2009

    Edit | Reply
    the bit of imprisoned air holding all scents of all springtimes, what a treasure of imagination and poetry


  • Wandika gold member
    February 18, 2009
    Edit | Reply

    Sweet Sonja


  • tara wilson gold member
    February 17, 2009

    Edit | Reply
    "a piece of stolen eternity," -- i love that line...i love every line of this poem...so beautiful, as always...


    tara


  • hearts blossoms
    February 17, 2009

    Edit | Reply
    no heart beats louder than the one i hear in your words
    abigail


  • Nicolette gold member
    February 17, 2009

    Edit | Reply
    This is lovely poetry written with your special soft touch.... this poem made the reader feel that small catch of air hanging there, heavy with anticipation.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Night Hope gold member
    February 17, 2009

    Edit | Reply

     

    Sighhh...You know, it's the oddest thing, really. Of all the various languages in the world, of all the words, all the slang terms, all of the basic squiggles & sounds even...there are those times when only silence will do. How very frustrating & limiting for a Poet, ehhh??? This is lovely, my Friend. Good luck in Adsaige's contest, Sweetie...& G'night...or, rather, good morning...it's now 5 a.m. here.

     

1 - 8 of 8