yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream — Kahlil Gibran
sky and language
are blue blowing
summer storms
sun rose
over smooth, still diamond
some want to whisper
after a shadow
but beneath my day of worship
my thousand sweet gardens
I lust madly
shine a mean beat for our blood
shine a mean beat for our blood
& by goddess will never stop
one with us
together we watch
were you … ?
no me, you say
you see their cool drunk dreams
luscious like light
languid purple
when not swim shot
ugly with raw water
let music mist sing why
let music mist sing why
urge a trudge
heave the breast
through her pink picture
time
love is a head wind
love is a head wind
lie up lake
above black crush
play on moon
sleep honey
tongue & feet go hot
who wax yet woman
though how these must live
bitter bed
and as all ache
in here is chant
by one needy life
to show
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif: Time. Probably I'm cheating — this is another created by using the Magnetic Poetry site (again using the Original kit). However I did try for the sense of a progression through time. And also for a weird kind of coherence.
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif: Time. Probably I'm cheating — this is another created by using the Magnetic Poetry site (again using the Original kit). However I did try for the sense of a progression through time. And also for a weird kind of coherence.
Quite a charming piece :D loved the smooth flowing verse..!
ReplyDeleteFlooding the senses with awe :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
A clever way of writing to the prompt, Rosemary. I will have to check the magnetic poetry site.
ReplyDeleteI love it, and wish I had written it!
ReplyDeleteEvery action that we take, every word that we speak soon will be a moment in a second as time flows by.........
ReplyDeleteWell, if cheating, that too is part of life. I love the frank lust of this that doesn't seem to ever leave us. And images--Those summer storms of blue sky and language that you capture here! Color changers with the time, but we ride all of them.
ReplyDeleteThis is a really intriguing poem to read. I was wondering how you got that effect, then saw you used magnetic words again, which really interests me. I love the tone they lend to your theme. I especially enjoy "love is a head wind", so original. Fantastic, my friend.
ReplyDeleteyou nailed it Rosemary...some of the images like "play on moon / sleep honey", "let music mist sing why" and "some want to whisper / after a shadow" will stay with me...well played to the theme...i've just checked the Magnetic Poetry site...very interesting indeed :)
ReplyDeleteReally great and interesting read, evokes a lot of things.
ReplyDeleteLove the sleep honey what an excellent concept, really makes you think.
ReplyDeleteI'm finding these lines enigmatic - it bears a few reads through...
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't try too hard to make sense of it, though. LOL
DeleteI'll have to check out that site. If it leads to poems like this it must be really good and fun.
ReplyDeleteRosemary,
ReplyDeleteA dreamy and relaxing manner of reviewing twenty-four hours..
Eileen
Curiously as I read it (and loved it) I thought it would read well backwards as well (last line to first line, not last to first word). I liked it even better. Applause!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, good one! Thank you.
DeleteIt works beautifully Rosemary!. Seen it but not tried it yet!
ReplyDeleteHank
let the music mist float let it settle, if it does, we shall know...it is time...beautiful thoughts expertly composed
ReplyDeleteWeird coherence is a perfect way of describing it - although it is more beautiful than that..a real journey of thought...in real time perhaps which is never a straight line..
ReplyDeleteI Like this 24 hour cycle - wow what a ride
ReplyDeleteThe poem flows so beautifully...enchanting the reader. A wonderful one, Rosemary :)
ReplyDeleteThe 24-hour cycle perfectly defines the entire time cycle here...amazing flow of words... :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely word-painting, Rosemary and the finished picture is wonderful misty landscape of time passing through 24 hours.
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