Tonight, red wears me
a language I have forgotten
Wild mustard, scent of summer rain
Taste of plump mango, beat of salsa dance
My mask sighs
I love being a woman who adores lusty words
But does my color matter
when you see right through me
Underneath lace & lipstick
The moon is our twin sister
Keeping our secrets until ink drips
from our fingers, where words war
with bees in seducing flowers for a kiss
Don't mind me at dessert & wine corner
Sipping slowly each passionate voice
from sonnets, haiku to free style street verses
Here's my card
Let's kick up a storm
Because when poets gather
words on the floor stir, awakening
between knot & blossom
between cusp & flight
I begin a collection
of apple seeds for long winters ahead
Tonight, I celebrate with you
words as art
a language I have forgotten
From: the lady in red
a language I have forgotten
Wild mustard, scent of summer rain
Taste of plump mango, beat of salsa dance
My mask sighs
I love being a woman who adores lusty words
But does my color matter
when you see right through me
Underneath lace & lipstick
The moon is our twin sister
Keeping our secrets until ink drips
from our fingers, where words war
with bees in seducing flowers for a kiss
Don't mind me at dessert & wine corner
Sipping slowly each passionate voice
from sonnets, haiku to free style street verses
Here's my card
Let's kick up a storm
Because when poets gather
words on the floor stir, awakening
between knot & blossom
between cusp & flight
I begin a collection
of apple seeds for long winters ahead
Tonight, I celebrate with you
words as art
a language I have forgotten
From: the lady in red
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Happy Anniversary !!!
Picture credit: here
woot. i wanna dance...smiles.
ReplyDeletethe link between rain and the wild mustard smell...i like...
perhaps you will re-learn the language red...ha.
smart you collecting those seed for the winter ahead...
for sure.
celebrating the parties as they fall - in a red dress - oh i like - and collecting apple seeds for not so good times is a good idea as well... happy partying - and here's to some salsa on the dance floor
ReplyDeleteNice! We will all be kicking up a storm, I think. And those words will be stirring. And a woman in red would definitely stand out on the dance floor. Smiles.
ReplyDeletehaha sure be quite the dance that leaves everyone in a trance
ReplyDeleteI'll look for the woman in the red dress and come to say hello personally, Grace. It has been a pleasure to know you at dVerse. And I want to try that mango salsa, make sure you save some for me.
ReplyDeleteHow charming... your words are like chocolate chips.. sweet, tempting and that which provides us with doses of happiness. :-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely write...
-HA
Mantled & tressed in red, tango while biting your mango, the juice dripping on your chin, accenting the wine on your pouty lips, breasts pushed up, sucking lime juice off your scarlet red fingernails; like your line /I love being a woman who adores lusty words/.
ReplyDeleteI bet you'll look beautiful in red Grace. Love your poem. Your words are so well selected to create a hypnotic feel, to make me want to be at that ball, and be nourished. Thanks Grace for all you contribute to poetry.
ReplyDeletewell..first of all i wanna say i love 'your' red dress and mask.and yes..your words are true..no need to see through them...:) have a nice ball of life..be free..dance wild..and know now is greatest now that exists!please..if ya will..i know ya will2..;):)!
ReplyDeleteBut does my color matter
ReplyDeletewhen you see right through me
That's what our poetry does to us, doesn't it.I often sense I know my fellow poets better than I do my closest friends because poetry makes us so very vulnerable, doesn't it. Beautiful, sensual write.
This poem it thoroughly red! I love the samplings of poetry:
ReplyDelete"Sipping slowly each passionate voice
from sonnets, haiku to free style street verses"
yesss let's dance! Poetry is certainly is own language; there is nothing like poetry! As we shimmy and shake, may more words of joy and even frustration be freed and continue inspiring others...
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDelete"Keeping our secrets until ink drips
from our fingers, where words war
with bees in seducing flowers for a kiss
Don't mind me at dessert & wine corner
Sipping slowly each passionate voice
from sonnets, haiku to free style street verses
Here's my card
Let's kick up a storm"
I love this!! cheers, see you out on the dance floor :)
If you ever had forgotten, you let red wear you well into transparent sisterhood with the moon "Keeping our secrets until ink drips"--I will join you in collecting seeds and scenes from the dessert and wine table. I am that happy to be here!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!
ReplyDeleteelegant... and the line of color not mattering because you're transparent... genius
ReplyDeleteCreativity at its best and such a stunning imagination you have. :)
ReplyDeleteI like this so much. :)
Lady in red. Beautiful write and a language that suits you.
ReplyDeleteFave line:
ReplyDeleteKeeping our secrets until ink drips
from our fingers, where words war
I love the way you wage your words, Grace.
Beautiful poem, Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteA red dress beauty!
ReplyDeleteTonight you are Marie de Medici - elegant, hair cascading, red silk as you cross the upper level of the Pontevecchio with your body guards - nothing but elegance for you as the carpet is rolled out in front of you all the way up the hill to the garden. Ciao Bella!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful write, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI love the earthy sensuality of this, each set of lines filled with beauty, and the saving of the apple seeds, just perfect. Have a wonderful time at the ball!
ReplyDeleteHow alluring! Dance in Red with all these 'Keeping our secrets until ink drips
ReplyDeletefrom our fingers, where words war' ~ just unique! ~ thanks for inspiring and engaging, provoking
and awakening me, Grace! Happy dancing :)xx
One of my favorites . . . love everything about this.
ReplyDeleteentrancing...I have a feeling there will be a lot of ink dripping from fingers and plenty of delicious verse to sip.
ReplyDeleteYou look rather stunning tonight Grace in red. And you dance so well.
ReplyDelete"Keeping our secrets until ink drips from our fingers, where words war" - what a fantastic line...
ReplyDeletered wears me! Loved that line
ReplyDeleteindeed lusty words from a woman in red !
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful flow of words Grace and my heart almost skipped a beat as i found the line "when poets gather / words on the floor stir"...i had almost a similar image...but yours is so rich...beautiful lines... :)
ReplyDelete'when poets gather
ReplyDeletewords on the floor stir, awakening' Perfect, Grace! K
gracefully done..Grace...exquisite :)
ReplyDeleteThat opening couplet is remarkable--very nicely done!
ReplyDeletelovely poem.."tonight I celebrate with you words of art" may we never forget the language..
ReplyDeleteOf course, this piece is beautiful. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou know how to work a room! Nice!
ReplyDeleteBecause when poets gather
ReplyDeletewords on the floor stir, awakening...
Lovely thought - planting seeds... and I love the way you said that tonight red wears you rather than you wearing red... way to go!
Hi Grace, thanks a bunch for the link to the amazing video of the forest man...I could even call him a miracle man..really Nature knows how to propagate & how to select Her chosen man...so inspiring..thank you for sharing this...
ReplyDeleteAw, I didn't make it to the ball in time — but am delighted to see what you wore and even more to read the way you tell about it! Gorgeous as always.
ReplyDeleteinteresting that red can be sultry and celebratory. I think your words touch both.
ReplyDeleteThe moon is our sister, indeed. Your descriptions and detail always captivate me.
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what a song! lovely!!!
ReplyDeletebeautiful G
ReplyDeletehow did I miss this one?! I guess I've been absent of late ~
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