Tuesday 10 March 2015

Confessions




I am lost with the musical symbols
Mixing up notes from rests

I confess that I don't know the lyrics
of our love song

I sing but a only a squeak comes out 
Words, sheathe your claws 

I make believe that inside me 
is a birdsong, a candle wick 

waiting to come out by dawn
Words, kiss me awake

I am someone else when I am writing
poems about tragedy & pain

I stitch words, half remembering
the woman watching moon rise for first time

I know only of love, steady as flame
Taste of tropical fruits, sweeter than sugar

And sky, cobalt blue, startling the sea
this morning, I hold on to memories

of passion unending
Words, slay me with your tongue

I want to crown myself the tango dancer
but my limbs turn to water

When you steal my gaze
When you make me believe that I can

And when I use this voice,
Words, melt me softer than snow
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  1. brudberg10 March 2015 at 12:35

    A wonderful poem.. love the turn in that phrase:

    I want to crown myself the tango dancer
    but my limbs turn to water

    and then the release in those last 2 stanzas .. coming out with a hope, when the reassurance seems to build a strength to melt snow..

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  2. Mary10 March 2015 at 12:59

    Sometimes 'love songs' don't need lyrics to be meaningful as lovers have an understanding that surpasses words. It is nice to know someone who believes that one can. Words like that can really melt a person 'softer than snow.' Enjoy your week, Grace.

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  3. Unknown10 March 2015 at 13:06

    I want to crown myself the tango dancer
    but my limbs turn to water... my favorite. I feel each of these is a mini confession... smiles... you don't need to know the words to appreciate a love song..

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  4. Pat Hatt10 March 2015 at 13:21

    Two can dance to their own tune, no words needed as they swoon

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  5. Claudia10 March 2015 at 14:04

    it is interesting that words can turn us into all kinds of different persons - that things that we maybe would find difficult in real life seem so easy when we play with words - i always think though that what we are is always visible in our words as well

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  6. Brian Miller10 March 2015 at 14:29

    smiles...we all have our things we are good at..
    it is interesting that when you interact with words that you are someone else...
    i think that is part of writing...is being able to feel what others feel
    at times even when we dont know it ourselves...
    and we all need that assurance that we can...

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  7. KB10 March 2015 at 15:22

    A good read Grace. >KB

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  8. Unknown10 March 2015 at 15:51

    I like the repetitive lines about words....taken out of the poem, they are themselves a poem. The unique song between two lovers, the possibilities, the fear and at the end, the hope. I did enjoy this read! Kanzensakura

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  9. C.C.10 March 2015 at 16:08

    "When you steal my gaze....When you make me believe that I can"---you capture the potential power of romance here so well!

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  10. Anonymous10 March 2015 at 16:30

    Very nicely done. Words are certainly powerful, but not everything.

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  11. Wolfsrosebud10 March 2015 at 16:36

    felt the struggle in this... the shyness in person to bolder in words... so hard to express at times

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  12. Glenn Buttkus10 March 2015 at 16:43

    What we have is words, even though that is only part of language, words as music, as in jazz, or words as pain, as in the Blues. You are a wordsmith for sure, & the poetic paths you put us on are always dizzying, touching, sensual, truthful; nice job on the prompt.

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  13. Anonymous10 March 2015 at 17:28

    very passionate...and I'm like that somewhat too...the things I wish I could do, I simply do not have the skill...oh well, I guess that's why there is poetry!

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  14. Anonymous10 March 2015 at 18:06

    Simply beautiful, Grace.

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  15. Mon.Esprit10 March 2015 at 18:39

    I am someone else when I am writing
    poems about tragedy & pain

    So very true - the destiny of a writer too.

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  16. Anonymous10 March 2015 at 18:42

    Wonderful poem. So honest and truthful.

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  17. Unknown10 March 2015 at 19:12

    The relationship with the writing is an intimacy in itself. Like love it changes who we are and what we imagine we'll become. This was beautiful, a feast.

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  18. Hannah10 March 2015 at 19:55

    I love that we can be whoever we want and/or our truest self when we write...your passion and beautiful imagery, Grace, are like silk on the skin of the mind - so soothing.

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  19. ayala10 March 2015 at 20:06

    Lovely capture, Grace.

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  20. Anonymous10 March 2015 at 21:56

    love seems to be a whirlwind of emotions - and it's often so hard to sheath our claws. Perhaps your inkwell is full of passion ? :)

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  21. Anonymous11 March 2015 at 00:58

    This was a beautiful poem... the imagery was defining. Writing can do that to one!
    ~Prajakta

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  22. Vandana Sharma11 March 2015 at 09:43

    beautiful hidden desires..............

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  23. Myrna R.11 March 2015 at 11:13

    Beautiful Grace. I like the sensuality you infuse into this. You make words seem like lovers. And we do love them. Great write Grace.

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  24. Other Mary11 March 2015 at 19:45

    Beautiful, lush metaphors here, Grace.

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  25. Lux G.15 March 2015 at 18:09

    How lovely. Plus the guy in the cover reminds me of Rob Pattinson somehow. :)

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  26. Sanaa Rizvi4 April 2015 at 12:15

    So utterly sensual and beautifully expressed!
    xoxo

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