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



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Anthony ~  Thanks for the visit ~


26 comments:

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

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  5. 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. 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. 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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  8. "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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  9. Very nicely done. Words are certainly powerful, but not everything.

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

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  11. 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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  12. 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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  13. Simply beautiful, Grace.

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  14. 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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  15. Wonderful poem. So honest and truthful.

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  16. 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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  17. 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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  18. 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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  19. This was a beautiful poem... the imagery was defining. Writing can do that to one!
    ~Prajakta

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

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  21. 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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  22. Beautiful, lush metaphors here, Grace.

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

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  24. So utterly sensual and beautifully expressed!
    xoxo

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