the wind rushes to embrace me
like a lover with wings
a kiss-death, softer darkness
to recede, shape and birth
words that move, dive & splinter,
brushes light and bronze,
now shading crimson & midnight blue--
i fall headlong, unabashed with passion
towards your voice, whispering my native name
from my gut, deep within, i hear you--
let go of your fears
and inhibitions--
trust that my arms will catch you--
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge - We are to take the last line from our previous work and use it as a first line for a new poem.
and Poets United
The title post is taken from my previous poem On Wings: Theme is Creativity.
Before you, a forest speaks your language.
The moon tide is calling. A flare leaps like a
Signal from a distant mountain top.
Close your eyes and fall.
This is so beautiful Heaven, it's like a perfect little ode to love and it's so intimate too, great poem as always.
ReplyDeleteThank you Matthew for the lovely words and visit ~
Deletenice...love that last bit, the final stanza...the letting go and trusting...there is a lot of that in love for sure...to truly know the depth of love....
ReplyDeleteIn love and in writing, have to trust that gut ~ Thanks Brian ~
DeleteA lovely poem of love and surrender, I particularly like the last stanza,,,if we could do that,,,,it would be wonderful I feel sure,,
ReplyDeleteNot an easy thing to do. Thank you Ellecee ~
DeleteThe idea of kiss-death is intriguing and could give birth to another poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the suggestion Kerry ~
Deletebeautiful work ... "trust that my arms will catch you" & "close your eyes & fall" are love's ultimatum
ReplyDeleteThank you ~
Deletetrust that my arms will catch you...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday.
Thank you Ayala ~
Deletethat's a powerful love
ReplyDeleteI agree. Thank you Emma ~
DeleteI loved your previous poem so, of course, I had to read this one. No surprise. It's as lovely as the one before. You are such a good writer Grace.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely words and visit Myrna ~ A pleasure to read your work too ~
Deleteoh, to have arms to catch you when you fall.... the sweet abyss....
ReplyDeleteSweet indeed, dear Dezzy~
Deletebeautiful Grace... I always enjoy the passion in your writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laura ~
DeleteBeautiful and sensual.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anthony ~
DeleteThank you Loredana ~
ReplyDeleteTrust. That is hard-earned isn't it? That first stanza is especially lovely to me.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer ~
DeleteWhile this makes for a steamy, provocative and sensual piece, I find that last stanza an ultimate truth. Fear always limits. Fear is the opposite of love. This is definitely a favorite.
ReplyDeleteYes, it does. Thank you Kim ~
DeleteVery nice poem about loving and being loved, Grace. I savored the words in the last stanza...the words assuring the beloved!
ReplyDeleteNice write. I really love the final lines. Letting go is hard for all of us.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kiana ~
DeleteSuch BEAUTIFUL writing. And the short poem you took the last line from is spectacular. I so love the forest that speaks his name........and in today's poem especially love "trust that my arms will catch you"....that is the biggest trusting we do, isnt it? You write so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Sherry ~
Deletewords that dreams are made of. nice. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you ~
Delete"the wind rushes to embrace me
ReplyDeletelike a lover with wings
a kiss-death, softer darkness
to recede, shape and birth
words that move, dive & splinter,
brushes light and bronze,
now shading crimson & midnight blue--"
If I hadn't stopped here I would have quoted the entire poem for JOY, like an entire symphony to be caught, to be the catcher, to be the baby, and the mother and the midwife, and for the rest, I say YES I will fall, trust you . . . trust her, trust. O my goodness.
I love your enthusiastic response ~ Just goes to show you what a wonderful post and challenge you gave us ~ I will try my best to contribute to your monthly prompts ~
DeleteI love the way the title connects with the final stanza. Beautifully done, Grace.
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Thanks Kay ~
DeleteBeautiful poem. Love the trust element of the final line. Without trust we are nothing.
ReplyDeleteThank you ND Mitchell ~
DeleteIncredibly rhythmic and lulling. Beautiful, as always.
ReplyDeleteThanks to both of you ~
DeleteJust letting go and knowing you'll be caught, that kind of trust sure can't be bought. Wonderfully spun, hope your keeping warm under your sun.
ReplyDeleteI am indoors most of the time ~ Thanks Pat for the visit ~
DeleteWow! What a mesmerizing, sensual poem. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Judy ~
DeleteThis is tender and so beautiful ;D
ReplyDeleteI love the sensuality. I so appreciate passion written this way...It is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteand that is the hardest thing, trusting that you will be caught. very nice reflection, Grace. xo
ReplyDeletewill be nice, if a girl says this to me!
ReplyDelete"whispering my native name"
ReplyDeleteThis line gathered me in deeply...very passionate write, Grace, beautiful!!
Gorgeously sensual and tender at the same time. "whispering my native name.' touched me deeply!
ReplyDeleteaah...a sensual and a passionate piece, Heaven...loved this:)
ReplyDeleteit's difficult to achieve that level of trust where we know another person will always be there for us. a true gift when found!
ReplyDeletehave a lovely week, Grace!
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This makes me want to close my eyes and fall. :)
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