I should speak, but you are quick to the draw
Your face lighted in ardour crimson blush
Your fingers fold words like origami
Palms open & cup, a letter hangs glued
My hand catches wild roses, unzipping
Our secret signs, never-ending tales
It's not yet spring, but buds are in riot
Spouting honey-gold ears, lavender scents
When your verses twine my own, cheek to cheek
Our tongues inhale rain drops after the storm
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Blank Verse
and Poets United: In two or more languages
This is based on my train experience of seeing the couple communicate in sign language.
picture credit here
No, Grace, in moments like these, throwing in words is not helpful--at least not until the poem phase, when your images steam up eyeglasses and make spring break out spontaneously. I love the folded words, origami and the hanging letter turning into roses and after the storm, inhaling.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely challenge Susan ~
DeleteWonderfully evocative imagery, Grace! "Your fingers fold words like origami" is a lovely simile.
ReplyDeleteNot a word needs to be said indeed
ReplyDeleteinhale raindrops after the storm...nice warm and intimate close on this grace...some nice consonance in this as well...it adds rhythm along with the subtle alliterations....sign language is a cool thing to watch as well...it takes such intense concentration for me...there becomes an implied intensity...like the use of origami as well....
ReplyDeletejust so nice........................
ReplyDelete"your fingers fold words like origami" is just so beautiful. And I can see the cupped hand......and their faces, so alight. What a beautiful response to the prompt - truly, this is the language of love. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many beautiful sights and sounds in this piece..so very captivating..heavenly in fact..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful -- i love this kind of bilingual. The language of love transcends words!
ReplyDeleteYour language of love gave me goosebumps. love "Your fingers fold words like origami" and "Our tongues inhale rain drops after the storm". Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAh,.. how words fold themselves... I adore the word origami... lust and love mixing in your wonderful lines..
ReplyDeleteSo very romantic, gentle, sensual, the rhythms rolling from Amaslan to heartbeats & raging hormones, kept not at bay, but somewhat, barely controlled; wonderful response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteGrace I really liked 'your fingers like oragami.' >KB
ReplyDeleteI love the romantic side of this poem :)
ReplyDeleteI thought this was beautiful Grace. Deaf people have a unique way of communicating, a beauty that is their own. I once saw a deaf choir in action and was spellbound by them.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem.
That's amazing ~ Thank you for your visits Michaelt ~
DeleteMy wife learned British Sign Language and sometimes uses it in her work.Thanks for a beautiful poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteVery sensual - a kind of moving rhythm. Loved the imagery, Grace.
ReplyDeleteGrace, I am glad that some are still speaking in this language. Poetry is deeply rooted there I believe. Your words sweet and sensual :)
ReplyDeleteraindrops after the storm
ReplyDeleteWhat an excellent observation. I saw a couple on the bus last weekend signing to each other - and then I soon realised they were having a blazing row! I had to look away - I felt as if I was intruding!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Grace...intimate, colorful...beautifully writ.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely, I like the first line, really draws in the reader to this intimate moment. It is a very sensual poem, but what I like most about it is all the stuff going on: buds are in riot, quick to the draw, tongues inhale, verses twine, fingers fold words ... really good! ~Lupe
ReplyDeleteWhen your verses twine my own, cheek to cheek
ReplyDeleteOur tongues inhale rain drops after the storm
Fantastic ending Grace! It keeps the sensuous scene lingering in the mind even after reading the whole!
Hank
this reminds me of a spring near the ocean where a jasmine tree outside our room made love even more intoxicating....
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, sensual poem, especially since it's about a speechless couple.
ReplyDeleteHaven't been around Grace. Am too busy with life right now. Looking forward to blogging again soon. Just wanted to say Hi. Hope you're well.
This poem is distinctly you. You entwine intimacy, emotions, and tenderness very well. I think that sets your poems apart. :-)
ReplyDeletethe fingers folding words like origami...very cool grace.. i'm fascinated with sign language and would love to learn some words and phrases
ReplyDeleteHow tenderly told , yet with such strong images and sensual spring undertones..
ReplyDelete"Your fingers fold words like origami"
ReplyDeleteSurely the line of a lifetime.
Love is a language that not all can understand!
ReplyDeleteInspiring! Love it! 'Your fingers fold words like origami' ~ my faves.
ReplyDeleteWow!!!! This was so intense!! I LOVED it! It's so sensual and deep and romantic. *.*
ReplyDeleteRomantic, sensual, and riveting. Love how spring and love dovetail into this language shared by only two.
ReplyDeletevivid! and love knows no language and yet, feels, strokes, envelopes! :)
ReplyDeleteGrace, I did not "analyze" these words, simply enjoyed them. Even more--again--as I looked and saw, touched and felt, heard it all, tasted with great satisfaction, and smelled aromas previously unknown to me. SInce it is 1 AM, this became my bedtime story for this Saturday night.
ReplyDeletePEACE and LIGHT, Grace.....
loved this very much....a beautiful glimpse of lovers in love :)
ReplyDeleteStunning and evocative beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, love the fingers folding words like origami... the rhythm of this piece throughout is really lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. My cousin was deaf and I loved to visit with her, learn from her, she was a good woman. As always, thank you! Have a great day!!
ReplyDeletesmiles - the secrets we would share if we had code... ~
ReplyDeletewonderful inspiration to produce this. :)
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