Thursday 17 July 2014

At Poet's Ball

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 




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Happy Anniversary !!!


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47 comments:

  1. woot. i wanna dance...smiles.
    the 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.

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  2. 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

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  3. Nice! 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.

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  4. haha sure be quite the dance that leaves everyone in a trance

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  5. I'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.

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  6. How charming... your words are like chocolate chips.. sweet, tempting and that which provides us with doses of happiness. :-)
    A lovely write...
    -HA

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  7. 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/.

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  8. I 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.

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  9. well..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..;):)!

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  10. But does my color matter
    when 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.

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  11. This poem it thoroughly red! I love the samplings of poetry:

    "Sipping slowly each passionate voice
    from sonnets, haiku to free style street verses"

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  12. 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...

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  13. Grace,
    "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 :)

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  14. 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!

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  15. elegant... and the line of color not mattering because you're transparent... genius

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  16. Creativity at its best and such a stunning imagination you have. :)

    I like this so much. :)

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  17. Lady in red. Beautiful write and a language that suits you.

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  18. Fave line:
    Keeping our secrets until ink drips
    from our fingers, where words war

    I love the way you wage your words, Grace.

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  19. Beautiful poem, Grace. :)

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  20. Tonight 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!

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  21. I 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!

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  22. How alluring! Dance in Red with all these 'Keeping our secrets until ink drips
    from our fingers, where words war' ~ just unique! ~ thanks for inspiring and engaging, provoking
    and awakening me, Grace! Happy dancing :)xx

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  23. One of my favorites . . . love everything about this.

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  24. entrancing...I have a feeling there will be a lot of ink dripping from fingers and plenty of delicious verse to sip.

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  25. You look rather stunning tonight Grace in red. And you dance so well.

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  26. "Keeping our secrets until ink drips from our fingers, where words war" - what a fantastic line...

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  27. red wears me! Loved that line

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  28. indeed lusty words from a woman in red !

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  29. such 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... :)

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  30. 'when poets gather
    words on the floor stir, awakening' Perfect, Grace! K

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  31. gracefully done..Grace...exquisite :)

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  32. That opening couplet is remarkable--very nicely done!

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  33. lovely poem.."tonight I celebrate with you words of art" may we never forget the language..

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  34. Of course, this piece is beautiful. :-)

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  35. You know how to work a room! Nice!

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  36. Because when poets gather
    words 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!

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  37. 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...

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  38. Aw, 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.

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  39. interesting that red can be sultry and celebratory. I think your words touch both.

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  40. The moon is our sister, indeed. Your descriptions and detail always captivate me.

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  42. how did I miss this one?! I guess I've been absent of late ~

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