Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
I dream in brown
muds sticks everywhere the walls, the floor, seeping through that door I dream in brown shades of which keep changing dry to wet and back again
"I am planted in that soil- that earthy scent of you pleases me no end- nothing covert about it"
oooohhhh...that earthy scent of you. I FEEL that. I have been following you for some time and I have seen this incredible emergence of sophistication in your style. Well done!
18 comments:
A poem well planted.
Nice, the land should seep out of all our words.
absolutely marvelous!
wonderful attempt on the prompt!!
Happy SS
http://2short2sweet.blogspot.com/2009/05/covertly-photographed.html
Nice one.
Best wishes
Ralf
Mmm. I can smell the dirt.
Very well put!
Not only planted, but firmly rooted, perhaps.
I love the 'speed' of this poem - 'the walls, the floor,
seeping through that door' - Wonderful words!
I liked this very much too, especially the title, and the shades of brown changing from wet to dry. nice! -Meg
Full of vibrancy and openness!
Yes, this is really good. I will carry it around in my head all day.
b
Simply perfect. How do you do it?
Loved the word choices in this one.
Mothers in Arms
Excellent use of covert. I especially loved that last stanza. It brings everything full circle. Have a nice night.
oooohhhh...that earthy scent of you. I FEEL that.
I have been following you for some time and I have seen this incredible emergence of sophistication in your style. Well done!
nice surprise ending
Sweet and sexy: love the title.
Like that last verse - good one.
Nice read...loved the title too.
http://songofsea.wordpress.com/2009/05/24/cupid-strikes/
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