Pinch of morning
rain slicking blades green
Remnant of snake's skin
warm & dangerous
Secrets of bees
As they circle as matadors
Devouring all affections,
Making you hungry for stinging
Kisses. Perfume. Cinnamon
seeds. Volley of crisp winter air
that guzzles your lungs
flaring your nostrils red
your skin honey-yellow moist
when I am
opening
to you-
Photography by Totomai Martinez
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads: Play it Again - Write a Flowery Poem in a Non-cliched way & Word Count With MamaZen (Hungry in 57 Words) & Poets United
a metaphor of being submissive i guess. the way the poem flowed towards the ending.
ReplyDeleteguess you're missing the gumamelas :-)
So utterly delicious word gathering here, Grace. Like the naughty way to end this piece. Lovely as forever & always, your writing was. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisite - not a clinch in sight. You have included a subtle blend of sensory images that bring the picture to life.
ReplyDeleteMy tablet auto-corrected 'cliché'. Sorry about the clinch.
DeleteThe flower as an extended metaphor definitely goes way beyond the cliché and the last two lines make me read the lines again.
ReplyDeleteOpening up is a sure sign of trust.
ReplyDeleteAll the most wonderful things in life are tinged by a sting ...maybe it wakes something up
ReplyDeleteYou took the flower imagery an extra step. "Opening to you" transports the poem to another level.
ReplyDeleteWonderful title, Grace, love the first 6 lines and then the steamy turn.
ReplyDeleteha. def some subtle but very sensual touches all through out this...and it builds nicely throughout....warm and dangerous is not a bad place to be either...ha...smiles.
ReplyDeletenice... i like the snake skin part a lot - warm and dangerous, the bees secrets and the inclusion of scent...hmmmm
ReplyDeleteCinnamon and honey, don't they go together for good health? Yes they do! Wonderful lines Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Self is a perfect winter flower, with al a flowers gifts! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteIn the midst of this gray winter, your flowers and imagery are most welcome this morning. Have a great Sunday!
ReplyDeleteso welcoming... sweet lines
ReplyDeleteNow that is an opening I wouldn't mind haha oh you meant just a flower?
ReplyDeletethis was... delicious :)
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery of bees at matadors.
ReplyDeleteSo sensual, embracing the lighter and darker sides. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sensual piece.
ReplyDeleteA pinch of morning and the secrets of bees....how wonderful! I loved this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sensual Grace!
ReplyDeleteI like how colorful and warming this poem is. It was serene and helped me envy the spring.
ReplyDeleteLove the image of
ReplyDelete'Secrets of bees
As they circle as matadors'....oh to be a flower!
I enjoyed reading your words each couplet unique. I image the flower holds many secrets of the bees as they rest and drink her nectar.
ReplyDeleteit is indeed beautiful to open up to another wild flower
ReplyDeleteSuch a yummy and sensual poem, Grace. Love it!
ReplyDeleteSo many delightful layers to this… just like a flowers petals. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteA teasing word play, beautiful
ReplyDeleteI had to visit again. This poem is like a magnet!
ReplyDeleteI love the choice of words here - really touches and emotions and senses!
ReplyDeleteSkilled work - you really know how to explore our senses in poetry!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is the essence of eternal happiness...
ReplyDeleteThe hibiscus is the perfect ending Grace. Lovely verse
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, Grace, you flower is rich for sure, mostly in intangible treasures.
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We are home from cruising now after spending Sunday afternoon and night with our kids and grand-daughter, KP.
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Whoa - very sensual! Love it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteAmazing, sensual, colorful and just plain GOOD
ReplyDeleteLovely, Grace. I could not help but attribute your stanzas to we humans as well, and I smiled.
ReplyDeleteSo very sensual, well written.
ReplyDeleteSensual indeed and reads like a recipe...delicious, Grace!
ReplyDeletewhew! ~
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