Saturday, 28 February 2015

Sonorous



Your hands over the piano keys
are light, a harmony of chemical blue

The rhythm not only thrums

but they grow as words under my breastbone

and leaps to my mouth

I let them out

They bristle soft as nettles & silver green

as sagebrush, the fruit is luscious

As your kiss, charging electric, sudden flame

healing my old wounds

My voice rises with your lyrics
Enraptured by love's musicality 

Your hands over mine

beckons, steady as a bridge

We walk on water, we own the thunder

We are birds feeding from the same sea

The room sizzles with percussion & drums

Then slithers tender as acoustic strings-

Outside the snow melts under sun's yellow fingers

I lean on you, pink-flushed

tangled as delicate clasp around your neck
as our song plays on repeat-

We walk on water, we own the thunder
We are birds feeding from the same sea


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight 

My deepest appreciation to Brian Miller and Claudia Schoenfeld for nurturing my voice and all the other poetic voices over the last 4 years with D'verse Poets Pub ~

36 comments:


  1. We walk on water, we own the thunder
    We are birds feeding from the same sea...there is a nice booming charge to these lines

    and i really like the intimacy of the clasp around the neck there in the end as well grace..

    and thank you for your work and sacrifice...smiles...

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  2. Lovely and strong ending...there is a feeling of unity in owning the thunder, birds feeding from the same sea.

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  3. Beautiful use of melodic chorus. The soft as nettles imagery was very arresting - and hints at something deeper, with a sting in its tail.

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  4. Grace, I liked the idea behind the poem but it seems to jump from one plane of focus to another and no chord is resolved before another begins which is distracting. You have some beautiful thoughts and lines within that need to have a cener to hold onto to make them work. Smiles...>KB

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  5. walking on water... making love is so much about that... and the trust comes with each step... lovely intimacy in this... and thanks to you as well for all the work you're doing for dVerse...

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  6. so intimate, romantic, & sensual;l makes me sad my wife is out of town. If we had to place the dVerse pack in genre, you would reign high with the Romantics. I, probably, would have a similar ranking with the Beats.

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  7. I'm never disappointed with the way you can write in romantics in ways that seems to whisper words with the strength of ocean waves.. I especially like the couplet with the nettles.. as you move from brittle nettles to the luscious fruit..

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  8. Full of wonderful images that delight the senses; your poetry makes me sigh.

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  9. The word "thrums" does something to me, and you used it so beautifully

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  10. A sensual feast :) Love this: We walk on water, we own the thunder
    We are birds feeding from the same sea

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  11. reminds me of two music's special moments

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  12. Eloquent, natural, and beautiful.

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  13. Beautifully done and so damned sensual!
    Anna :o]

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  14. I don't know what it is about last line tonight but they all seem to resonate with me, your is no exception. Fantastic poem and I so look forward to reading more. Cheers!

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  15. My voice rises with your lyrics
    Enraptured by love's musicality... ugh, Grace - you are a master of romantic imagery....

    so many different elements, all to the beat of sensuality - weaving the same pattern; I wanna learn how to do that.

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  16. I also especially admire the final couplet ~

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  17. We own the thunder keeps repeating in my head. Such a powerful image in a beautiful, romantic piece!

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  18. Two as one as their own tune is surely sung

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  19. Amen. I have to catch my breath. Thundser, we are. It finally occurs to me that you find these incredible photographs because you are the photographer. Hands on Piano keys, hands under my breastbone, on these keys ....

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  20. I appreciate the sounds and colors in your poem, Grace. So vibrant words and thoughts and images...

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  21. We walk on water, we own the thunder
    We are birds feeding from the same sea

    There is a wonderful sense of unity here --Grace this touches me---

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  22. so, so sensual. the harmony in chemical blue is very intriguing....hmmm?

    in state, faithful lying

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  23. The acoustic strings of love.. play on keys of notes in tune.. emotions grow.. in love they do.. where distance and space is only waves in one.. flow of love.. a song in tune.. again...:)

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  24. This was breathtaking! *salute* The depth of love expressed in here pulled me in as the colors and sounds literally encapsulated me. Beautiful!

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  25. Your poem is a beautiful melody. I love the words you chose, so scrumptiously sensual. How wonderful you describe an intimate moment.

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  26. Grace, I like the refrain it creates a lovely image. To walk on water is to overcome a powerful statement.

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  27. a love song that lulls one with the tenderness of
    "tangled as delicate clasp around your neck"
    (i hear a single cello)
    then ends with the power of
    "We walk on water, we own the thunder"
    (deep booming drums in the background)
    great lines!

    have a lovely week, Grace!

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  28. Oh, Grace... your ending is stellar... and wish I'd written that. Lovely as always!

    - ksm

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  29. Beautiful as ever - and always new, taking me to unexpected places.

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  30. Appealing to every sense. I especially love the lines you have repeated...."We walk on water, we own the thunder...."
    Love is so empowering.

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  31. "tangled as delicate clasp around your neck"

    That's gorgeous.

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  32. very romantic feel to this. Like the metaphor of the clasped hands becoming a bridge.

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  33. Hello, dear. How are you.

    You write so beautifully and full of emotions. Hope to read more new posts from you.

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