@ SweetLust Blog
lay me down on bed of snow,
nary a footprint nor faded bloom
my breasts empty of secrets,
fingers bare of ink and seasonings
cover my face with salt and thyme,
rub oil and myrrh on my feet
until shadows flee unto the night sky,
pristine in silver, then maybe (perhaps)
i will hear the silence of your
restless drum
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub - Peace: Within and Without - I have chosen to write peace poetically. Thank you Mary for the wonderful prompt ~
Shared with Poets United.
Shared with Poets United.
That is beautiful, Grace. I like this way of thinking about 'peace.'
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary for the lovely prompt ~
Deletewow made me think of a hot oil massage, deep tissue....releasing everything...until all that remains is that heart beat...or drum...smiles.
ReplyDeleteHot oil massage is good in this cold weather ~ Smiles ~
DeleteOh, this is gorgeous--I see you melting into peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan ~
Deletelove the imagery and sensuality, relaxing and peaceful... great ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelly ~
DeleteSuch a beautiful feeling of peace - lovely poem. K
ReplyDeleteThank you K ~
DeleteI love the idea of peace, especially of peace when it's a pair of lovers out in the snow. Lovely little piece of writing Heaven.
ReplyDeleteI have to say though I am referring to a different kind of peace ~ Thanks Matthew for the visit ~
Deletethe bed of snow seems a little cold, but you definitely warmed things up nicely. I hope the silence is sweet. lovely verse.
ReplyDeleteI use the bed of snow as a metaphor ~ Thanks for sharing your thoughts ~
DeleteGrace, this just took me to a place of peace. You write so beautifully. I especially like the silent drum. I think the waves of stillness passed over me. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThank you Myrna ~
Delete...very intimate with nature... and the breasts empty of secrets so openly free and engaging...i'd like to hover and make a dance with my li'l birds feet... very soothing Grace...smiles...
ReplyDeleteSmiles back at you ~ I am dancing along too ~
Deleterubbing oil and myrrh on my feet..love this...think i should get a foot massagage sometime soon..nice..love the closure as well
ReplyDeleteFoot massages would also be good..he..he..Thanks Claudia ~
Deleteso beautiful... love all the textures and then the final image...
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie ~
DeleteSo beautiful and peaceful...nice :)
ReplyDeleteCool little capture of a moment!! :-)
ReplyDeletejust beautiful! every line.
ReplyDeletelovely closing of the poem, Grace!
ReplyDeleteA sensual poem, lovely, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeletesurely sensual and will make that snow melt, which is a big bonus.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is an unexpected take on the prompt - and utterly lovely.
ReplyDeletePeace and love and connection... this is so lovely, Grace. PEACE!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/05/attitude-or-platitude/
Lovely use of metaphors, a beautiful write...
ReplyDeleteI can see myself melting into the snow! haha
ReplyDeleteThe snow surprises me a little, but not the rest. Peace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and melodic, I see you also had a snow theme... there is something peaceful about it. Nice contrasts in images as well.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful the silence of that restless drum..and snow is the exact colour of peace. Lovely and lyrical.
ReplyDeleteAs usual very sensual and poetic. Very romantic too!
ReplyDeleteRelaxing and peaceful Grace.
ReplyDeletevery beautiful indeed.but with a sense of melancholy loss.lovely.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting mix of sensory images.
ReplyDeletePerfect silence. Now that is peace. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteYes, a time of peace...so beautifully put, Grace. Love the ending...well, really, all of it.
ReplyDeleteInteresting portrayal of peace. I enjoyed reading this. Keep it up. :)
ReplyDeleteIt is easy to fall asleep on a bed of snow, and the music heard there is from another world.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sensual - and I love peace coming when the shadows flee away!
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is just exquisite. It gives me a feeling almost mystical with language that touches on the classical.
ReplyDelete...until shadows flee...
ReplyDeletesuch beautiful imagery.
This is a peace past understanding. Beautiful combination of sensual and spiritual imagery.
ReplyDeleteBravo....
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful Grace--
ReplyDeletefingers bare of ink and seasonings
cover my face with salt and thyme,
Loved these lines especially
Beautiful indeed Grace. A pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Once peace is found, it is cherished, like the fallen snow.
ReplyDeleteAgh - I've lost my comment twice!
ReplyDeleteWhat I said was that this was a very good poem for epiphany - but also that salt and thyme especially suggestive - like tears and time. k.
Laying down in the bed of snow kind of jarred my senses but this is a lovely description of peace once I get over the icy feeling! Nice write.
ReplyDeleteI just love it when I visit here. Lovely and suggestive, Heavan!
ReplyDeletevery nicely done. I really like the poetic take here. The metaphoric meeting the physical aspects in here are very good. Thanks
ReplyDeleteA really lovely response to the prompt. Excellently crafted.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing ... superbly written !!!
ReplyDeletePeaceful, indeed.
ReplyDeleteoh. my. god. grace.
ReplyDeletethis is beyond beautiful. honestly.
i loved these lines:
my breasts empty of secrets,
fingers bare of ink and seasonings
grrr!
Absolutely lovely
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