Saturday 27 July 2013

Elemental


your eyes are parched blue
  a sky amidst the thickset trees

       your words are seaweeds 
           fresh as limes in my japanese cup  

               and why am i breathless
                  when   i   see   you 

              drilled down to the elements, 
           you are 65% oxygen
       & 18% carbon 
  & 10% hydrogen 
& 3% nitrogen 
  & 1.5% calcium 
     & 1.0 phosphorus 

         & traces of minerals    
             found in rocks & trails by the lake-

               you  have  no   roots 
                 nor wings to anchor your moorings-

             you can slip through my
        fingers like the eel or disappear 
     in a flash of elephant's rage
or rust cold in the depths of sunken ship-

but    you   come 
   every     morning
       hungry for each rush & pull, 
          fascinated with
              sun's play on the sands,
                    wind's drum on the conch's belly-  

                       beyond bones & rags of our flesh,
                   we tangle spineless
               and the sea 
            cradles us, weightless, size of the planet    

        this love
     a mere drop in canvas of endless mass   
   but it's precious dew

on our lips


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Water, water, everywhere  ~  Thanks for the visit ~ 

37 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Grace... love the visual.

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  2. seaweeds and lime eyes.... that's what I'd love to dream off tonight....

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  3. love this...nice form, like waves itself...i like how you deconstruct them...the but every morning you come stanza is my fav...whatever the day brings you know...down to the dew on the lips...smiles....cool write grace...

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  4. the tangling spineless is my fav part...the sea cradling you weightless...such a soothing visual

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  5. Actually a very pretty poem. Love the ending.>KB

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  6. Grace, I loved the hell out of this one; read it several times, letting the waves of words, the lovely research, the truths, the passion, the beauty wash over my fevered soul, and it remains a panacea for the day, a meal, sustenance for hungry minds; thanks for the ride.

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  7. Ah- very pretty poem, Grace - a lot of sensual word play that works very well. (This is Karin http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com)

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  8. Loved reading and spiraling softly down to the dew drop.

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  9. Very sweet poem, Grace. Really like that last stanza AND the visual.

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  10. First I've seen a poem break one down to such a form haha nicely done

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  11. Wow! I love the shapes of your words as much as the letters and paragraphs!

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  12. I love the ending, when it comes and just says "on our lips," my heart seems to melt, adore this Heaven.

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  13. 'it's precious dew on our lips'- beautiful. love needs no boundaries, no physical apparatus.. it must be allowed to flow like your words flowed.

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  14. As sensual - as water can get.

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  15. so beautiful! precious dew :)

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  16. your words are seaweeds
    fresh as limes in my japanese cup

    I love that one. Also the way you've made your waves of words reflect your subject, with a very soft and lovely ending. Enjoyed it much, Heaven.

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  17. "precious dew on our lips"...nice...love your take, that we are more dear than the elements that comprise us. Such a mystery to be appreciated.

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  18. " you have no roots
    nor wings to anchor your moorings-"
    I can feel your words rolling through the breaking surf, wrapping me in sushi dreams, lingering in
    "the lofty surge" leaving just a dapple of fantabulous on my lips !!

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  19. Grace, that line-- beyond bones... so nice, in fact that whole stanza is wonderful. Nice piece, cheers, Jason

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  20. so beautiful - loved the elements - seemed to have the feel of the waves - very cool - K

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  21. you have no roots
    nor wings to anchor your moorings-

    as fluid as your words and the form your piece took, such a cool write.


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  22. this love a mere drop
    in canvas of endless mass
    but it's precious dew

    A love that is treasured is such a precious commodity! Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  23. Wow!! Love this dripping poetry..beautiful visual and words! Lovely...

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  24. Really wonderful, a great poem...I loved it!

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  25. That's a bit different - and as beautiful and sensual as ever.

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  26. My thirst has been sated by your words - beautiful Grace - beautiful

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  27. beautiful words....lovely lines!!

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  28. Love this, Grace! So refreshing and flows along so smoothly. Beautiful!

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  29. Very abstract poetry, just like Picaso's art!

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  30. wow... the wave that your words make..
    both physically and lyrically :)

    and concluding lines were like a sweet melody
    this love
    a mere drop in canvas of endless mass
    but it's precious dew

    on our lips

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  31. Such a wonderful and beautiful description of elixir of life : water :

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  32. this is such a cool take on the prompt and the form is great!

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  33. "your words are seaweeds
    fresh as limes in my japanese cup"
    wonderful, Grace...
    ~Miriam

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  34. Hungry for each rush and pull... We tangle spineless - sexy poeming.

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  35. very beautiful! as gentle as the waves coming to draw the sand beneath our feet!

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  36. Hi Grace... thrum and pulse, and the sharp inhale - as ever, with your writes. ~ M

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