A slow hemorrage
like maple from a winter tree
or the sails of a departing ship
that carries a lover far to sea.
Bleed and recede...
Our veins know the song
of dreams still clutched, though crumpled
of intimacies let-go as failed.
I never saw the dawn that day; slept 'til the yellow
crept across my sill; awoke slow to the haze of matin
and the warmth of May gathering on the horizon.
Woke smiling at something silhouetted
against lids fluttering slow~quick;
felt the kiss of something strong
cooling just beneath flushed skin
Something that begged me to open,
let the sky in, disregard the rain
and the pulse that throbs with warning~
{I see those bright eyes before the pallor gray~Where stars
used to gleam as dancing suns when he said my name
when the syllables fell soft like evening light,
only to catch between our bodies, no spaces to be found}
"you should not forget the letting of blue"
I woke to amnesia that day and left the windows no shade.
The world walked back in, bringing its choice of lovers
and I, barefoot, was taken by gentle breezes...
{weeks smoothing the crumpled dreams, the shades never pulled
and what for? Blue had come back...There to gaze at me every
night as lips brushed veins back to free-flow, as hands without stutter
plotted courses to take me where stars were never cold}
A slow hemorrage
when the blossom gains its stem, when soft petals spread naive
full beneath warm skies that inhale the gifted sweetness.
And when twilight drifts in, finding colours pale, scattered...
It still can taste the scent of bliss.
Author notes
Prompt: "A bit of fragrance clings to the hand that gives flowers. "
Chinese Proverb
Image Credit: "Nachtblume" by Daniela Marti
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Comments
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I can taste the maple syrup
[I enjoy simple things}
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Everything you write is just so amazing and I can never think of anything to say. Well, I guess two things make me speechless...feelings of love...and your poetry. Haha, and I love your poetry.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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stunning
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I have been way for too long.
I read this and realize why I keep coming back, why I keep reading your work, and why I can't help but be moved and blown away by your stellar pen.
~Hettie
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"slept 'til the yellow crept across my sill" ...oh what beautiful imagery...the strong verb...I can see everything in this poem.
Lovely
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A lovely interpretation of the prompt (which is wonderful in itself!). I can see why this is a gold trophy winner!
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"you should not forget the letting of blue" There is where I wept - again, and remember why I have not been able to place a comment on this wonderful poem. Your ending lines are beyond beautiful with the recognition of self and the ability to find love again.
I have been moved by this so many times - and still - I am taken with your images and the tender inner light that still sits, waiting to come in.
So very very pleased to see a gold trophy adorn what is a most stunning write. Congratulations. ~Pamela
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This is a stunning response to your prompt, Blue Rew. Congratulations on your gold, Poet. 
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Blue.
I love anything you write, you know that. This however, is so much for my mind to feast upon. I need to come back and read it again and again.
Wisteria, along with morning glories-are my favorite flower. Doesnt grow here-not humid enough. So, next time you find yourself in front of it's spilled, fragrant plumage, think of me, okay?
Love to you always, my sister.
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Wow, such potency. I am marveling at the wealth of sensory stimulation in this. I was completely captivated.
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The sigh of memories, the shadows left by the light that created them. Nice use of parens, like little scalpels carving out the exact moments when ache is too much to bear. Nice contrast to the awakening of blossoms. Soft smells, enchanting -- floating across the grays left to shudder against the shores of dreams. Beautiful.
Love, Tom B.
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This is beautifully written with such delicate syllables
and the emotion sweeps me up like the bluest waves...
I am amazed by this piece and feel you did more than justice to the quote...
Excellent poetry
Lynda
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I feel many things here; and maybe I am left with what I bring to the table. There is much need wanting to be recognized; there is effort, perhaps unrequited; there is memory. I find the scent beautifully sad.
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This is so lovely - hopes slips into the reader like a morning breeze through an open window. This poem is an awakening to life. It's wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
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now Im going and removing myself from this contest. what I wrote did not have anything close to the power that this one does. what I wrote was not poetry. this is poetry, pure and simple and from the heart. I confess I run from the word 'like'-but here you dont have much of a choice. this poem is stunning, grabs me around the throat from the first word. I love it Blue.
jin
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I am so glad you found my start appealing as I had to abandon it because I lost
the threads of that particular emotion. Waiting for it to well again. I do hope you are aware that you never need put down yourself to give me tribute. You are an outstanding poetess and one that sometimes is blind to her own gifts. My words are nothing special...It is the reactions that lend them shine, that make them
hold magic. I will remind you now how many times I have been moved by your writing and that I am just one of many. Love ya
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Excruciatingly lovely...Thank-you
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awwwww, I was worried if you would like it or not. I chose prompts that I felt would fit the poet so I am so glad that you enjoy this one
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