Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Space-Inspired!

Today at Poets United, we were inspired to write in terms of Space:

Space is a point and it may extend to infinity. We all have our space in between. It is often a comfort zone or a suitable environment but more often it is not.

Not sure how the other species feel when humans intrude their space. But we know how people react when their personal space is breached.

Today our motif is all about Space, whether it is Cosmos or a tiny dot. 



Winter-Sky Cipher

This past winter
was a barren land-
full of frozen stalk.
And I wore the cold
of love's stare like
a see-through sweater,
and so by the light
of  a fire set against
night air, we scoured
the heart-words of
each other like scavengers;
Each dusk-hour swallowing
the bright swell of the moon
like a brown-cream latte,
so we measured time by
brush strokes and hot drinks.
His fingers, brown and slim,
captivating to touch and whim,
dipped their shades of world
into my eyes and I saw new things.
I watched with heart-wings
as the snow both fell
and melted across the
window-filled sky each night,
and myself always dreading the
drought of a lone spring season.
His meal was a meager salvation
in the time-spectrum made
of space and rhyme.
And the end made of me
a gloaming Sapphire among
silver light, left hungry and wanton.
 His voice was a compass
dipping one Octave too far south,
a sound that would not carry.
And still, at this desk bent into
a block of metal and cedar,
I cannot forget how his head
dipped into the vessel of
my then-empty chest;
how his mind was the sky
and I long, still, to swallow stars.

13 comments:

  1. Very sensuous, sensitive and imaginative. Enjoyed reading.

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  2. "And I wore the cold of love's stare".....what a great line that Is! You can write, Girl! Your imagery is wonderful. I especially love your closing lines. So nice to see you at Midweek Motif, kiddo.

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    1. that you think i write well is beyond a compliment. i admire your work, sherry. :) thank you!!

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  3. Beautiful.. so many beautiful images..and moments!

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  4. "His fingers, brown and slim,
    captivating to touch and whim,
    dipped their shades of world
    into my eyes . . . " O! and this
    "how his mind was the sky
    and I long, still, to swallow stars" Are my favorites. Gosh.
    Amazing how a love like that sticks in space even when it's old or over.

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  5. Your use of words captures me, and I return to read again and again.

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    1. ty bev. that is a real compliment coming from such a talent as yourself! :)

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  6. I can't tell you how I've enjoyed each and every word of this amazing poem Stacy..it's a carnival of imagery...gorgeous...Thanks for participating here @ PU

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  7. so we measured time by
    brush strokes and hot drinks.
    His fingers, brown and slim,
    captivating to touch and whim,

    Such beautiful writing Stacy! Very poetically designed!

    Hank

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  8. I cannot forget how his head
    dipped into the vessel of
    my then-empty chest;
    how his mind was the sky
    and I long, still, to swallow stars.

    Beautiful!!!❤️

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  9. One beautiful image after another!!

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  10. "I wore the cold
    of love's stare like
    a see-through sweater" -- this is just a fantastic line.

    Gorgeous imagery throughout.

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  11. A wonderful read, so much so, I had to go back and re-read it!

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