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The blue of your hips


I knew you then,
when the passion of a
Saturday night bowed
to the currents of another
Sunday morning.

I remember the
tranquil waters inside
the harbor of your blue hips,
the quiet rise and fall of
an endless tidal dance played
against a midnight’s mooring.

I remember when it wasn’t
enough to just say
good bye.


© Sweeney

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  • Saffron gold member
    August 4
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    Scott, this is so beautiful. I always enjoy your work, even though I am such a bad person and do not comment on it nearly enough.

    I particularly loved the second stanza, and the “rise and fall of an endless tidal dance”—what a sensual description. This poem is just so lovely in every way.

    Thank you so very much for entering this—I am so very happy to see it here.

    Saffron

  • tara wilson gold member
    July 11
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    this is so beautiful - esp. i love the middle stanza. sigh.


  • Nicolette gold member
    July 6

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    "the harbor of your blue hips" - what a beautiful line that is!!! loved the gentle, swaying feel this poem evokes... the tides that pull us in. wonderful poetry.

    ~ Nicolette