Thursday, 19 June 2014

Eve of summer solstice

I carry the darkness of the moon
Its scar is the long shadow swelling
on my cheeks

I am packed and ready to go
To northeast meadow, my pockets
waiting for summer

I want to know what you believe
for us:  are we reckless like black crows
or growing as taproot

Here, where the seasons move like clock
Red-tipped, guzzling of morning dew  
Brown-fallen, nipped by evening wind

Tell me our story again
How we met, how we watched dawn
tiptoe its feet above sea tides

How you kiss me so slowly
As if time is slow twister, kite-tangled 
As if time is language, lost in your eyes  

Let me not lose my way
Let me not shatter into thousand pieces
           ink, thistle, seeds

before I find
That it's you that makes the longest day
sun-dappled, delicate silk as dragonfly wings

Let me come back whole
Let me remember & touch you once again

My second skin
My wild river




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks for the visit ~

42 comments:

  1. Absolutely incredible, as is always the case with your poetry. "Are we reckless like black crows or growing as taproot?" - great line! Though I wonder, do the two have to be mutually exclusive? :)

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  2. Lovely metaphoric writing, Grace. Enjoyed what you did with the idea of the summer solstice. The last four lines are beautiful. Ah, to remember and touch again.....

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  3. do you have to choose between the reckless bird and the taproot...i love the humility of asking them to tell you the story of us again...there is an innocence there that makes me smile....those last 4 lines carry a lot of heart...

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  4. Fabulous,stirring, beautiful poem Grace.

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  5. I like how your simple repetitions emphasize add emphasis to your yearning. Very apt seasonal choice of the summer solstice for your poem!

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  6. Ah, it is the solstice, isn't it? I almost forgot. Beautiful poetic analysis of a love relationship, charged with perfect images.

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  7. the magic of touch of those long days that bend into us...love how you give it so much personality and make it so personal and sensual

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  8. "I want to know what you believe
    for us: are we reckless like black crows
    or growing as taproot"

    Mmmm, fantastic lines. Great use of repetition (and imagery!) here.

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  9. Grace a very sensual, as usual, poem with a deep thrust behind it. >KB

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  10. Deep thrust indeed, as you rise above the rest, make love to the solstice suitor so magnificently that we are breathless by the close. This is genuine, the real deal, poetry at the apex of form, heart, & verbosity; it was a privilege just to read it, to be in its company.

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  11. the romance of telling you the story of us all over again; wanting to relive those moments while looking forward to the next... beautiful...

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  12. I love this, but especially those last five stanzas.

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  13. Another wonderfully romantic poem... you have such a talent for this. I would love to be able to write with such passion on love! The repetition adds great emphasis.

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  14. Such a lovely romantic poem and I love the image!

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  15. Sigh. Such a longest day! Love:
    "How we met, how we watched dawn
    tiptoe its feet above sea tides"
    Happy Summer Solstice, Grace! May you keep your companion of the longest day into the lengthening nights.

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  16. I always seem to forget to breathe when I read your work. Stellar, stellar stuff.

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  17. This just blows me away! Perfect, perfect!

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  18. '...packed and ready to go' - cool.

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  19. Come back whole, great line indeed. Packed a ton into this one.

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  20. There is a beautiful tenderness about this poem Grace, well done, I enjoyed this one.

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  21. "My pockets waiting for summer"....how I love that! Then the glorious body of the poem topped with the bliss of "My second skin, my wild river." Truly spectacular writing, Grace. Wow. Also, lucky you! To feel like that!

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  22. It is reliving the great moments together that one can never be tired of! Great writing Grace! And the image is perfect for a 'second skin'

    Hank

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  23. I love the fabulous imagery throughout this, wonderful!

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  24. Your poetry is lush, Grace ... always.

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  25. Grace, I loved every bit of this, like drinking something wonderful. The phrase you chose, "let me," we say every day, but you make it a plea, an essential need... gorgeous.

    The solstice, the darkness of the moon, and finally, that second skin. God, you can write. Thanks so much! Amy

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  26. very sensual and fabulous write Grace and ah... the last three stanzas are perfect...

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  27. Very beautiful and romantic flow of words, the softness of this poem touches the heart:)

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  28. All natural - a universality, a naturalness - the repetitions become "a seeking", as well as an answer - the poem itself is a journey in understanding and in trust. Quite beautiful.

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  29. Let me come back whole in my second skin
    Let me remember you, my wild river.

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    1. I love the twist, smiles ~ Thank you ~

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  30. the second part of the poem is unusually simple for you, Grace

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  31. My new favorite! Wow, Grace-this one is gorgeous and layered so intimately~
    Bravo!

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  32. simply beautiful..super flow ..i loved it:)

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  33. Love the idea of dawn tiptoeing

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  34. Oh, how important to refresh, to rewind the relationships, and I like that you're paying attention to details and point to 'That it's you that makes the longest day
    sun-dappled, delicate silk as dragonfly wings'. ~ Beautifully done!

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  35. I like these lines - "are we reckless like black crows
    or growing as taproot". And these, too - "Let me not shatter into thousand pieces
    ink, thistle, seeds

    before I find
    That it's you that makes the longest day
    sun-dappled, delicate silk as dragonfly wings"

    Beautiful images as always, Grace. Happy weekend.

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  36. This is a wonderful cascade of lovely images.. it cannot be better than this when love touches... The end end of the poem is a beautiful melancholic crescendo.

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  37. A love song, beautifully put, enchanting to read.


    My belated effort (I missed the cut off) is here.

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  38. Beautiful, light-hearted despite the contrasts.

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