Monday, 25 June 2012

Glass and lavender


in this land 
of maple trees, i am a
sugar cane harvested in summer 

stripped of roots and leaves, my tongue 
twisted   as   you   blow   pipe   my   ears 

give me your lips, open your thighs, 
come  to   me  like  a   thunderstorm 

pen drips of molasses, darkening spoon on white plate 
rippling the rock garden, raked into stillness by monks 

how   well   you  cleave  me,  my  wind   whisperer, 
i thought i was made of hollow bowl, seedless grey,  

but i am young again in mouth-blown Reidel glass 
   flowing ice wine, soft lavender on your palms,      

stem bent listening to the  
    
sea and sun 





Posted for Imaginary Garden of Real Toads and D'verse Poets Pub:   OpenLinkNight 


picture credit:  here

49 comments:

  1. First I thought--to be a sugar cane in maple sugar land . . . . but that impression left right quick and I read twice to be sure before I remembered the title of this blog is "Sweet Lust" and of course there must be sugar--and then avoiding the obvious--I imagined that perennials really do feel so so like wine during cultivation, rain, nurture, regeneration. This is impressive writing.

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    1. Thanks Susan for the lovely words and visit ~ You must taste our Canadian ice wine ~ it's very sweet and delicious ~

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  2. Very sensual, both image and prose. Full of luscious and lovely images.

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    1. Thanks Bren ~ I appreciate the visit ~

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  3. Wow, that was exquisite and delicious. These sections of the spoon bowl are my favorites (beautiful shaping, by the way):

    "my tongue
    twisted as you blow pipe my ears
    give me your lips, open your thighs,
    come to me like a thunderstorm"

    "how well you cleave me, my wind whisperer,
    i thought i was made of hollow bowl, seedless grey"

    "stem bent listening to the
    sea and sun"

    Gorgeous picture, as well.

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    1. I was in the mood to be playful with my form, thanks for the compliment ~

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    2. Mission accomplished. :) Still love it!

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  4. Look at how you play with the image and bring forth the sensual nature, once more only like you can do, happy monday to you.

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    1. Happy Monday as well to you, Pat ~

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  5. Sensual...a blend of spirits and sexuality....love it!

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  6. Sensuous offerings with great word play. "listening to the sea and sun" keeps one young and vibrant! Nice take Heaven!

    Hank

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  7. i thought i was made of hollow bowl, seedless grey,

    but i am young again in mouth-blown Reidel glass

    love this, so lyrical!

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  8. A sensual delight. I'm not sure if I should taste it or feel it, but this was interesting.

    ......dhole

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  9. give me your lips, open your thighs,
    come to me like a thunderstorm

    nice lines...and how well you cleave me my wind whisperer....nice....i like the stem bent listening to the sea and sun as well....some nice summer heat to this one grace...

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  10. pretty and i'm all distracted by ice wine and mouth-blown Reidel glass! want!

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  11. its full of sensuality.. n the metaphors u have used..
    speechless :)

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  12. exquisitely sensuous.brilliant as ever.

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  13. This is an exquisite evocation of feminine spirit and beauty.

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  14. ooh, "open your thighs" - nom nom :)

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  15. Love it !! I am spun away to old dreams :-)

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  16. Oh, Heaven, I love how you did this! I can only imagine how much time you had to put into this - it's beautiful. I love how she thought she was hollow but he filled her. (At least that was my impression.)

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  17. Love this. It reads like a fairy tale and the visual is wonderful.

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  18. wow..and I like your choice of image...someday i hope to have the time and patience to paint the same.

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  19. Your mood was playful? YESSS! And, who of us is not playful--now and then? OOOPS! I just now see the warning "For Mature readers". Now, just how did *I* get here.

    When in the city, enjoy it...and Grace, your city is one to be relished...savored. And "...young again..." YES, THAT'S what reading you does for me! --grin!

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  20. loved the whole sensuality of this - 'come to me like a thunderstorm

    nice lines...and how well you cleave me my wind whisperer' - and your choice of image - beautiful - Lib

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  21. Grace...so sensual..these lines I love..give me your lips, open your thighs,
    come to me like a thunderstorm ...I actually love all of them. :)

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  22. This is beautiful, Heaven--you're on quite a roll lately--some fine poems coming from your pen, and this one is excellent.

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  23. Heaven, "My wind whisperer" How magically sultry ~ ♥

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  24. in this land
    of maple trees, i am a
    sugar cane harvested in summer ...this is beautiful how you set the stage with this...and i love the mouth-blown Reidel glass ...

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  25. I thought I was made of hollow bowl, seedless grey.... Fine lines....ah what the passions do to us....muchly enjoyed

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  26. To everyone: Thank you for the lovely words and visit ~ I appreciate them ~

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  27. I am glad to see this side of you Grace.... Sensual. Love. Divinity. I am hooked to this blog... and guess you just taught me how to write sensual pieces...

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  28. "give me your lips, open your thighs,
    come to me like a thunderstorm"

    A perfect poem unto itself. Sensual atomosphere, evocative language - a great write.

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  29. Oh, wow! What a beautiful and sensual poem. Very nice!

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  30. From Sugar Cane to Molasses drips - lovely and sensual--I especially like the opening. k.

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  31. There's a zen-ness in the expressions. Bamboos and molasses and 'racked by monks'. The reference to Reidel glass is interesting lends well the image of the wine, the way it would swirl and flow in this glass, coveys fluid smoothness like silk, this keeps to the overall feel of softness.

    Cool that the image blends one to the other when you use these objects (glass, wine, lavender, stem) to express the rise of these passionate emotions.

    Really good to read. :)

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  32. I so love "I am a sugar cane harvested in summer".......this is a beautiful love poem, and the way it is shaped on the page makes it extra special. Lovely work.

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  33. Sensual in the true sense of the word. I love the shape of this, the spacing between gives feel of taking breaths. Beautifully penned!

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  34. I like this concrete (shaped) poem. Very modern and extremely sensual - as well as sensuous.. All senses sharpened, all alert. Well penned, my friend!

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  35. i love the look of this.
    i love the feel of this.
    i love the taste of this.
    i just love this.

    xo

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  36. Beautiful, lyrical and fragrant! Just like a fine wine...
    I loved how you did this one...it really flowed!

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  37. Very sensuous, and beautifully done Heaven...

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  38. Your erotic poetry is always so lovely. This is a beautiful expression of passionate oneness. The communication of wind and tree is very powerful.

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  39. A drop of sweetness, shaped to perfection...

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  40. I am in awe! lol Superb vision and what a piece hon...each time I manage to find the time to comment on blogs, yours is one of the most beautiful I ever read :) xoxo

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  41. Wow... I need a drink of that wine now! :-)
    Very nice.

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  42. "come to me like a thunderstorm"
    Wow!

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  43. The prose is as beautiful as the picture !! awesome to say the least !

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