Kiss the sky
when I see the translucent moon hanging
tenderly against brilliant blue
I want to
when I watch the sunlight move slowly behind
fistfuls, armloads of transparent petals overhead
I want to
when I see the flash of the doves above
turning in a sunlit wheel
I want to
when I feel the chill breeze against my face
whispering into my mouth
I want to
tenderly against brilliant blue
I want to
when I watch the sunlight move slowly behind
fistfuls, armloads of transparent petals overhead
I want to
when I see the flash of the doves above
turning in a sunlit wheel
I want to
when I feel the chill breeze against my face
whispering into my mouth
I want to
posted by MB at 12:47 PM
22 Comments:
OH! Now I want to too! What a gorgeous poem azulejo! Absolutely gorgeous!
The next to last line. Oh!
As I came home from work at 2AM last night there was a huge moon rising just above the horizon; I thought of you...
alan
lovely, mb... beautiful images
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me too.
Do you know how beautiful this is, and what a lift reading your poem has given me each time... the images are stunning. And I agree with LHombre, that second to last line is most special: intimate, sensual, tactile, truly feeling-in-form.
This is really beautiful, MB. The imagery is, as Brenda says, intimate, sensual, tactile. I am moved by poems that are like calligraphy. In a few brush strokes--the world.
i always feel so moved when i see that tender pale moon in the morning sky. your poem is gorgeous - and says it all. it is spare, like a watercolor sketch - but absolutely complete! love it here!
oh oh oh and oh!!! this made my heart leap. and then it soared even higher when i heard jimi echo: "excuse me while i kiss the sky!" i have to admit, i have kissed a fir tree's needles, a rock, a feather, but your poem has presented a whole new invitation. you truly know love in all it's forms. thank you for this beautifully shared gift! big hugs! snowsparkle
Oh all of it, but especially the last stanza!
Me too
Like Dale, I am really drawn to the last stanza. I love the breeze "whispering into my mouth". This is a loaded image that can go in many directions. Could even be the voice of the poem(?)
Really gorgious, sorry can't spell it but I mean it
MB,
A wonderful meta-call and response piece. I really enjoyed the imagery here, and the emotion.
joyous wanting to...
I want to!
you have such a good way with expressing and being poetry!
images are so clearly drawn by these descriptive and fluid words -so much action - "hanging, moving, flashing, whispering." your poetry is so evocative, always painting...with words - just beautiful.
Merveilleux !
Cet un splendide chant à la VIE !
beautigul..........
Clever use of title.
The 'sunlit wheel' was my favorite.
I love the way you created the form of this poem, where the title becomes part of the text. Is this another traditional form I did not know about? Or are you inventing it out of inspiration? Either way it is inspired!
Ooh, sensual and lovely. Have you been writing your poems outside?
Thank you all.
Amy, I often do... at least partially. This one, yes.
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